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It's a journal. It's a devotional. It's a record of a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) survivor. It's documentation of God's activities in real time. There are good days and bad, happy times and sad... I tell it like it is. This is an unscripted walk along the meandering paths of my mind. My life has never been dull... and I've never known boredom. Read on, you'll see...

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Name:Iona Hoeppner
Location:Kissimmee, Florida, United States

I am a happily married mother and grandmother of a large family. I've also had several careers including writer, teacher, trucker, investment and finance advisor, web master and artist. I am an ordained minister (not to the pulpit) and consider my calling to Christ's service my most important role in life.

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Weeds Won

I thought it would take an hour or so, but weeding and feeding our so-called lawn took all day! Many weeks (or maybe months) ago I bought a big bag of stuff to kill weeds and feed the grass. The bag languished in a corner behind the garbage can and I forgot all about it.

Then this weekend we bought three more bags of weed and feed miracle pellets because I was sure we had none. Today I put all of it on the green stuff in our yard. It's no longer really a lawn because there are more round leafed plants (dollar weeds) that bladed ones, but I have faith that I have spread enough pellets on this yard to kill any and every weed plus turn our puny grass into a super lawn.

After you sling the pellets, you must "water them in," whatever that means. Being unsure whether to apply a light sprinkle or call forth a deluge, I chose the latter and watered all day. The wind was blowing so sprinklers were out of the question. Hose in hand and hunched over to see if the pellets were dissolving, I sprayed away for hours.

Finally, a well meaning neighbor came by late in the day and shook his head sadly. "You're too late," he said, "the weeds have already won." I thought he was joking, but after a closer look, I am beginning to think he may be serious... and right.


So tonight I am tired and sore, but our grass is fed and the weeds attacked, albeit perhaps too late. If the weeds have won, at least I got some fresh air and a feeling of being "close to the earth."

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