Pulling weeds

Zoom, teaching - On Demand, I stretch my legs with a 10 meter walk down the alley to the temple in front. The temple has been here since the Edo Era. The gate has the bullet holes from the 1868 civil war.

The garden has a gift for every season. It refreshes.

I noticed new weeds and am tempted to pull the invaders. I begin to feel proprietary you see. But it isn’t my garden so I leave them. I walking back down my alley and notice even bigger weeds. I leave them.

In my little alley they are not invaders. They are green.