Where I live the dirt is so fertile that weeds and wild things grow rampant.
There is this ugly, tall thing growing furiously out front. I keep meaning to go out there and pull it up.
Well a funny thing happened, almost overnight, this tall ugly thing had the most beautiful pink flowers blossoming on it.
Wow…I was amazed. Here I thought thing was merely an ugly weed, when in reality it was a flower waiting to bloom.
Our relationships are like that plant. There are some that we judge to be merely weeds, but if we give them time, we will see that they are really flowers.
And some that we think are precious flowers are merely no more than stink weed.
Given time and discernment you will able to know which is a flower and which is a weed.
April 24, 2010 at 7:55 am
this is so true what you’re saying- comparing unblossomed flowers with relationships. I had this,too. I found you’re blog by coincidence and I think I’m going to subscribe you ;D So write on please
April 24, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Dear Appleblossom girl,
Thank you so much for reading my blog and subscribing.
Some poeple would say that I have too much to say, lol..but I am having fun and I look forward to all of your future comments. do you have a blog?
blessings
ivonne
April 24, 2010 at 6:40 pm
hey ivonne,
thanks for your reply. I really like your writingstyle and can’t wait for more.
yep, I’ve got one, too. But I just started it and it’s more for fun. I don’t think anyone will read it anyways, but that’s ok.
best wishes from my side
April 25, 2010 at 12:50 am
dear appleblossom girl,
thank you for the complinement and I look forard to checking out your blog.
everything we do in life should always have an elment of fun. and when we get paid to have fun that’s even better.
If youare writing, blogging, and saying something/anything it is because someone needs to read/hear it, even if you don’t know who they are. Kudos to you that you are doing that you enjoy…..
blessings
ivonne
April 25, 2010 at 8:02 am
hey ivonne,
hihi, I’m looking forward to your comments and new posts! 
Thanks a lot,
wuuah *getting all nervous*
stay well, cheerios
appleblossom
April 25, 2010 at 3:34 am
My first reaction was to rip the weed out and toss it aside. But then I read the rest of your poem and realized what you were trying to say. I guess life in general can be like that weed, shitty on the outside, but with time everything works out.
Bahh, I really need to stop being so jaded, but its hard not to think like that.
Dave.
April 25, 2010 at 3:52 am
hola david,
you see that was my first reaction as well..to rip out wht I thought this ugly tall thing was, that seemed to just grow over night. I was quite surprised that flowers had blossemed. I am glad I was so lazy and did not rip it out.
The picture above is of the weed/flower growing right out front. And it looks like lots more flowers are going to blossom, in pink my favorite color.
I can take this as an omen from God that he is telling me although I may think some things or people in my life are weeds they are really gifts if I just allow enough time for the good things to blossom.
Ivonne
April 25, 2010 at 12:16 pm
Awesome post. I came over to your blog after you commented on my blog. But isn’t it interesting that you didn’t see the “potential” of that “weed”. (Smile)
April 25, 2010 at 6:29 pm
hola sabinspirations,
thank you for reading my blog. I enjoyed your post as well. I wound up in a bad marriage due to pressue that I was an “old maid”, I kid you not my mother said this at the age of 28.
And I have also fallen in love with men who had potential.
The trick is in being able to tell the difference between the man who is just a weed ( and we have all been with one) and knowing which one is going blossom.
I’m open for any ideas in how to do that?
blessings
ivonne
December 19, 2012 at 10:13 am
What kind of weeds are growing where you live? I may have to come visit. LOL. You are right with your analogy and you are a flower.
December 19, 2012 at 10:17 am
aww, that is so sweet…do you have a twin brother?
December 19, 2012 at 10:19 am
Nope, just me and my sisters.