This week after a healthy rain, I have healthy weeds. Not that sort, but the kind that as a last resort, I use RoundUp. A substantial amount is basil, which got away from an herb garden several years ago. The day that Dexter peed on that patch – I was late for his walk and he marked the front yard as we exited the house – was the LAST time my wife used the herb garden out front. that has seeded all over, in the front yard. Perhaps this is a metaphor about all the complex things that spring up in a person’s life. Or perhaps it is just “weeds”. But this reminded me of an old post I wanted to share again.