Do and Hope
The winter rains have greened the yards, the poa annua, our winter bluegrass, is up along with an assortment of its winter weed cousins, too numerous to name. I mention the grass because none appeared in the tifway yard where my treatment with corn gluten apparently worked. That’s perfection and it’s nice when a plan comes to fruition. In previous attempts, I’d either sprayed too early, too late, or not enough (I think either is the wrong word, but it feels good). Hard to know. It appears to be one of those things you do and hope for the best.
That’s actually a lot like my life. Do and hope. Maybe that should be my motto. Luckily, I guess, my myriad failures after doing have never dimmed my hope and consequently, I keep doing. That seems a troubling habit, except there are some things I’ve done and failed that I dropped from the do-again list, and others that I modify before doing again. I think they call that learning. Maybe it should be a three-part saying, study, do and hope. That sounds right. Simplistic, but right.
I guess the one thing I’ve learned about life in the study, do and hope business, is that mistakes will be made. Sort of inevitable. You just have to hope they’re not catastrophic which is why I don’t climb mountains, fly airplanes, or sail the seven seas. I think you sort that stuff out in the study portion as you examine your desires and measure them against your strengths and weaknesses. It’s a big, circular mess but in the aggregate its been fun, and if I play my cards right there might still be more to come.