A remnant of weeds are left after weeks of digging through a patch of grass. The 25′ x 7′ block of what used to be grass is full of thick, twisted shoots, some reaching 18″ into the ground. I had to dig so deep to find the end of the shoot, otherwise those weeds would keep on growing. At first, I fought with this chore. Now that I’m weeding, nature has its way of teaching. Battling the weeds gave me a visual to explain those pesky thoughts that keep us from being a well-tended garden. I love nature’s guidance.