H2O Serenity

Today I got to do one of my favorite tasks in the garden.
I had to just about destroy my Kalamaris, Japanese aster, in order to get rid of some nasty crab grass. It was a tough job, because the roots of the two plants are incredibly similar. But I prevailed.
Then it was time for fun.
I got to water.
I love watering the plants.
I watered the plants I had to move to get the grass dug out.
I watered my compost heap.
I watered my sedum in frying pans.
I watered my brugs I probably killed by experimenting with them.
I watered bare patches on the lawn.
I watered my baby hosta.
I watered the dirt off the sidewalk.
Watering is fun. It gives me quiet time to survey my domain and decide what lives or dies, moves or stays, and see what thrives or languishes.
I beam encouraging thoughts at the plants.
I wonder what will bloom for me next.
I see what the dogs have trampled trying to get at the fat bunny.
I see all the baby plantlings that grow because they love me.
I feel bad because I will probably make most of them disappear.
I see the peanuts the Bluejays have stashed.
I see the peanut shells the squirrel has left behind.
I see the blooms on the tulips that grew from no where.
I see the weeds.
And I don't care.
I water some more.