…but they do not realize
that I remember all their evil deeds.
Their sins engulf them;
they are always before me.
“Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: ‘Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.’”
James Russell Lowell
(chives infested with black aphids / Julie Cook / 2016)
The innocent chive is laid claim by a myriad of tiny pests,
far too many for the eye to number…
Which is all but too similar to the same dark irksomeness which befalls man’s very soul.
They cover the poor buds and blooms…
feasting on the very life juices which coarse through the plant…
All the while an insidious darkness, which vies to blanket man’s soul,
leaches forth all that is decent and good.
The ants have arrived in order to protect the mindless aphids, farming them as it were,
all for their own selfish pleasures and symbiotic delight…
Just as the master of darkness soothingly whispers that it shall all be well…
longing to hold on to one more soul in his ever collusive world…
Spray as one must, vainly attempting to rid the plant of these pests,
the seemingly endless siege momentarily abates…
only to return, growing exponentially more fierce.
As our own trials of the will dip in and out of sight.
With the chives survival ever insight…
A total ridding and annihilation of each tiny black pest is the only true solution…
While man, in turn, labors to waylay his own invasive scourge
It may seem drastic at best, if the chive is to live,
but total eradication is the only option should the plant be spared…
just as the total yielding of the will of man is the one and only hope…
for the eternal life free from sin’s deadly infestation
“Now acquaint yourself with Him, and be at peace;
Thereby good will come to you.
Receive, please, instruction from His mouth,
And lay up His words in your heart.
If you return to the Almighty, you will be built up;
So many great spiritual analogies in the garden!
yes as it seems we (a collective we) certainly got ourselves in a sticky wicket in a garden 😉
LOL – good one!
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Thank you sweet Vincent—Life is such that I don’t always get to thank you right then and there as I should for your generosity and kindness—but please know each day a small prayer of gratitude and thanks is said in your name—
No worries my friend! And likewise Julie! 🙂
Lady bugs! Lady bugs! Lady bugs, I say!!!! When I get aphids on my roses, I go buy a bag of lady bugs and they are gone in a matter of days. The only trick is that you have to put them out at dusk so they find a food source before daylight the next day since the are migratory. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
Alas no good- we have swarms of those spotted buggers and they aren’t worth their own spots!
Seriously????!!! I pour the ones I buy on or around the roses and they wipe those suckers out!!! Maybe it’s the smell of the chives that keeps them off them. Sorry!!! 🙂 ❤
Oh you can’t mean that! They are so cute❣🐞🐞🐞
not when they get in the house by the legions
But they don’t bite and they are so cute!!! 🐞🐞🐞
Oh yes they do—as do their nymphs that are running around this time of year—be not swayed by the cuteness—viciousness lurks under those spots
You crack me up! 🐞