[Oh the tangled web of weeds]
Once upon a time, in a jaunty garden far far away, lived two lively seedlings named Short and Sprout. From the very day that they were planted, these two hopeful annuals had grown very close—so close, that the rest of the seedlings in the garden considered them the very best of friends. These strong vibrant shoots were frequently seen leaning upon one another in the cool gentle breezes and through the revitalizing late spring rain. Happily, the two would sway to and fro, every hope and dream coursing through the very fibers of their being. Though they spoke not words, these two seedlings understood each other quite well and considered themselves very fortunate to have been planted so close together.
One day, however, as weeds began to force their way up beneath the soil between the two seedlings, Short and Sprout began to twist and bend in an awkward sort of way: one towards the left, and the other towards the right. As the days passed, the weather too began to change; rain no longer fell as precious dewy droplets upon the raised bed in which they’d been planted and It wasn’t long before Short and Sprout began to grow apart.
Once so vividly green, without any vital daily nourishment, both Short and Sprout’s colour began to fade; they took on an unhealthy pallid countenance as the days grew warmer. In the heat of the noonday sun they grew exceedingly parched and the once refreshingly cool soil beneath them became dry and cracked. The sweltering heat would not relent, wearing on the two young shoots who both began to wilt. Their youthful dreams began to grow dim.
Finally, the sun mercifully relented. As the day grew dim and grey, rain clouds rolled in, but their hopes of those precious thirst quenching jewels that once fell so extravagantly from the sky, were soon dashed; not a single drop of rain fell. If that wasn’t discouraging enough, a family of aphids took up residence upon Sprout and began to nibble upon his tender leaves. It wasn’t long before the hope that once shone so brightly upon the horizon was all but a fading memory. Life began to look so painfully bleak.
The days felt long and their moods grew short. Once airy open spaces, grew stuffy and crowded; these invaders that had claimed the turf between and around them, were overtaking them at a rather alarming rate. Short was now lost in the unruly creepers that surrounded her, and Sprout, who had been experiencing a growth spurt—and was easily a centimeter or more taller than Short—had suddenly stopped growing. To top it all off, Short had developed some sort of fungus. As she began to wither she was certain that she’d soon be all but compost.
Then one day the clouds rolled back and the sun shone more radiant then they’d ever seen the sun beam in all their days. Both Short and Sprout looked up through the weeds longingly—wistfully remembering how it once felt to sway in the gentle breeze. The world around them had grown far too dark and uncertain—choking them and imprisoning them in defeat.
Short’s fungal infection was beginning to itch something fierce now, and this wall of weeds that had grown increasingly thick, separated her completely from her very best friend. Sprout too continued to experience problems of his own; a morbidly obese slug was headed in his direction with a rather ravenous look in it’s eye!
Panic stricken, sprout lifted his withering leaves with every intention of tearing at the weeds that had ensnared him, but it was no use; there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in him. Even if he could somehow escape this wicked web of weeds, he was so firmly planted in the ground. There’d be no escape this day.
On the other side of the barrier that divided these two imprisoned seedlings, a butterfly had landed on a leaning daisy that towered high above this dense living canopy. Short’s view was limited through the beastly vines, but that flicker of colour made for a somewhat pleasant reprieve from her dark grey thoughts.
Then something unexpected happened! Something was shaking the earth! That’s when Sprout saw these two enormous hands reach down from the sky. Both hands began to decimate the surrounding and offending foliage. One by one their enemies were being vanquished—pulled up by their roots! “These are the hands that planted us!” thought Sprout excitedly.
Short, her view no longer obscured, looked on in thankful amazement and awe. Though the rotund land slug that appeared dead set on having Sprout for lunch had been moving rather—dare I say it—sluggishly, Sprout knew that slowly but surely he was bound to be one delectable micro salad! As the weeds were pulled up however, with them went the slug too, who flew through the air with the greatest of ease. This unsuspecting gastropod never knew what hit him, and Sprout was finally able to breath a great big sigh of relief.
Soon, the ground beneath them had been stripped clean but for the two humble seedlings and their beloved bedfellows. Both Short and Sprout were now once again able to stretch out their leaves, reaching up towards the sky in their attempt to work out all of their ailing kinks. They both looked way up gratefully into their Caretakers face, towards the One who had planted them; the One who had also tended to their weeds and was now tending to every other need. Short’s fungus was being treated, and Sprout, who had stopped growing, now looked forward to the future with great hopes of becoming a strapping and sturdy plant. If they’d had voices to raise, they were both certain that they’d have cried out and praised the One who had saved them; they hoped that somehow He understood how very grateful they truly were for all that He’d done.
Water poured over them generously from a large vessel and they felt His mercy as they were given all the nutritional support that they needed to thrive and grow. Finally, they were both rejuvenated by a misty spray which caused Sprouts aphid cling-ons to drop like flies. They soon felt alive and revived—ready for the future they’d now been so graciously given—and thankful for the cherished opportunity to start afresh.
And they lived happily ever after…