Yesterday I spent most of my morning the three lawns I now have around my home. It all takes time, and after the wet weather there is so much moss. I have treated these lawns and pulled off so much dead moss that it looks as if there is very little grass left to grow. I often wonder about the wisdom of all this work to have a nice green lawn. "Who actually pays any attention?" I ask. As for those few little daises and dandelions, "Are they really so bad?"
This reminded me of the story of the discussion between God and St Francis. If I remember it correctly it went something like this.