My Grass is Green

Today, whilst breaking a sweat in the bit of land that I homestead,

I had some thoughts about optimism.

Or my lack thereof.

I'm talking about seeing lush and verdant fields everywhere but in my own postage-stamp of a yard.

To me,

My grass doesn't always look so green.

In fact, sometimes I'm quite certain that no amount of fertilizer could ever revive it.

And sometimes,

Not only is my grass dead,

But it's being overtaken by weeds, and bugs

And a tornado.

Wo, wo, wo is me.

And then,

I peek over the fence at someone whose grass, despite her best efforts, really is being invaded by weeds and bugs.

And I notice,

That in the midst of a tornado, she is watering a single, delicate flower that has eked its way out of the ground and is just starting to bloom.

And she couldn't be happier.

Then I realize that my grass is green.

The lush, verdant variety.

Not only that, but I have an abundance of delicate flowers,

Which could use more of the water,

That I spend too much time giving to the weeds.