Okay, I admit it. We have more dogs than we should. But what’s the alternative? None. Our animals needed homes. They found us. We found them. It was fate.
We make it work. Thank God for Minerva, the housekeeper that comes every other week. Without her, we would be buried in a sea of fur and dust. The dogs love her. They talk/bark incessantly when she arrives.
There is nothing perfect about our life any more than there is nothing perfect about the garden. We are riddled with imperfections. Weeds, bugs, fungi, you name it, it is all there. Life without it would mean something else. I am not sure that something else is what I want.
Our immune systems benefit from imperfections. Cold and flu from an early age only prepare us to better combat their arrival in later years. No different for the old rose bush. It can do quite well without all the sprays. Give it time and it will endure beyond measure, through drought, disease, and then some.
We should pay heed to the same lesson in all areas of our lives. We can try to protect ourselves and those we love from the hurts inherent in life’s scheme, but it is not always wise. It is often better to learn to exist with life’s imperfections. We become stronger people from those challenges. Not perfect, perhaps, but at the end of the day, the rose cannot be truly seen without the thorn that injured us on the way to finding the flower’s bloom.