Of course i will take care of that. It's just that i love the garden so much as it is. It has a random quality and it breaths fertility as if the plants try to send a message that life will not evaporate as soon as caring hands loose their strength. And the weed? This overwhelming force of regeneration, this persistence of unwanted weed (i never understood the difference between weed and plants) to reappear should be an inspiring lesson. But perhaps i think to much in metaphors but then again: so do you. There should be no shame, mom, really. Dont think the neighbours will take the beautiful chaos in the backyard as a mirror of your character. They know what's going on. They know you always take care of things. They love you. I love you.
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