Last night I was walking around my yard, scoping out where I can plant some of the starts we have all over our deck.
And wow, do we have a crop of nettle around this house. For real.
Lupine has taken to fencing some of it off with twigs and twine, so that we don't mow it down on accident.
Because yes, nettle is precious.
Even when it's growing through the cracks in your deck.
Sometimes it just comes down to how you look at it.
I could see weeds taking over my flower bed, or I could see dinner.
I could see a dirty dish towel to wrap them in.
Or I could see a towel from my hope chest, embroidered by my grandma when I was just a kid.
Life is like that, isn't it?
In one breath we look it all over and decide if we're going to laugh of cry. Get stung by those nettles or eat 'em up.
Or, maybe both.
Today I think I'll sift. Stop complaining. Count some blessings.
Because sure, my garden is a weed patch. But those weeds do taste fine.
