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- August 25, 2010 by sassysweetbren
- Growing Weed In My Life
In response to a 200 word story written real fast. I think I may have gone over the count.
I am sitting here looking out the window watching the grass grow. If the grass is not mowed sometime soon, it might creep up around the house and into the shrubs that line the foundation. Will it grow tall enough that I will not be able to see the Crepe Myrtles or the Magnolia trees that are blooming in the back of the yard from my window? What a sad day that would be for me not to be able to see the beautiful flowers that I planted so many long years ago. They keep coming back each year as if they are just waiting for a visit from me.
As devoted as the flowers are, I just cannot seem to go to them. I know that they need my attention. They need for me to pull the weeds from their sides and toss them into a compose bin. They need food and water but not only that, they need the kindness of my loving attention.
Sitting here knowing what they need reminds me of how much those flowers are like people. Some people will wait forever to be shown some loving attention by the ones that they love. They will bid their time, thinking that soon, very soon the love of their life will respond to them. How silly they are. Do they not realize that people only do what they truly want to in their lives?
Once a weed or even a flower is thrown into the recycle bin, it is there to rot and decompose. What is the likelihood that it will be retrieved before it dies from the lack of water or food? Not much. How sad I am to think that I have neglected my beautiful flowers. Have I also neglected the ones in my life, who would be so happy if I were just to pick up the phone to say hi?
Today, I think that I will mow the grass so that I can see the Crepe Myrtles and the Magnolia’s in my life. It would be a terrible waste of their energy to grow so tall and beautiful if I could not see them. It would also be a terrible waste if I do not pick up the phone today and call just one person who loves me. What a small thing to do just to make one person happy.