If indeed our lives are like gardens and there are times when our garden is filled with weeds, then I am in one of those phases where the weeds have been cleared so the plants and flowers can thrive. A last, stubborn weed has been pulled from its persistent, resistent little roots. That sucker had grown so tall. It had looked like the sweetest of flowers when it first started to grow, but eventually showed itself to be too domineering for this landscape.

Now the sunlight is reaching all the right spots. The water and nutrients, too.

Growth ensues.