Our garage was put up sometime in the 70s (or something like that, nothing very clever or beautiful, and topped off with one of those wavy cement and asbestos corrugated roofs.  It sits under two or three trees that have doubtless grown tall since it was built, raining down their leaves on it for 30 or more years.  I strongly suspect they have lain where they feel for all that time but certainly for more than 20 years.  They have not only turned to mulch but begun to grow plants in it.  Those of you who know about building will know this is a pretty poor combination. So this morning, for God know what reason, I decided I had to do something before the weight of it caused it all to collapse.  It was a filthy job that took around 4 hours and I must have shifted half a ton of soil.

The thing is most of us have some weeds on our metaphorical roofs in some facet of our lives, some area where rubbish and detritus have accumulated and are slowly rotting away the supporting structures.  It might be in a relationship, it maybe in our work, it could even be that we have a dream that is buried and smothered by the aggregated weight of habitual excuses to not pursue them. 

Today maybe a good day for you to clear the weeds off your roof too…

“Even the richest soil, if left uncultivated will produce the rankest weeds.”  Leonardo da Vinci