2-Minute Multiplier: Herbicide
An abundance of soft green plants sprung up in my Bermuda starting in June. Me – of the weedless lawn preference – readied my arsenal.
Before launching my attack I discovered the aforementioned weeds were actually future flowers. Bluebonnets, to be exact. Offspring from their siblings on the other side of the fence.
Most websites speak of planting bluebonnets from seed in the fall. The wild variety tend to germinate early summer. Hold their own into the fall. Then go forth in the spring.
Inner turmoiled ensued. Do I rip them out and go for the tidy lawn appearance? Or allow them to co-mingle, blooming next March when the Bermuda paints a light tan palette?
How often you and I label beautiful people prematurely as weeds. Unsure of their variety we assume they need a spray or dusting. Unaware of their bloom potential.
In every person lives the image of God. In every human dwells a heart in need of truth and grace and love.
Perhaps that’s why Jesus planted them near you. In your lawn.
I opted for co-existence. For now a daily sprinkle and a weekly haircut with the Bermuda. Six months from now? Showtime.