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Opportunistic: Weeds and Bad Habits



Lowell Sandell from University of Nebraska Lincoln during a training on Turf and Landscape Weed Management stated, "Weeds are opportunistic taking advantage of an ecological and/or geographical adaptation to conditions more favorable for their growth as opposed to the growth of the desired species."  

Weeds look for niches in the environment where they can take root and get established.  A place that is bare or diseased or stressed.  If it thinks it can take over...

For the rest of the class my mind automatically jumped between weeds and habits and sin "that so easily entangles us."

Compacted soils, acid soils, infertile/sandy soils, high fertility soils, shade and moist and wet soils attract their own weeds.  In addition weed seeds build up in the soil and will come out of dormancy when "the mood is right."

Does this sound familiar to anyone?  Ever had an exhausting day where your life was compacted and were shocked at what came out?!

Two steps:
1.  Identify the weed.  (Habit, Sin, Problem)
2.  Choose the available weapons.  (Bible reading, time, space, apologies, hoe...)

Give the environment what it needs so it is strong and healthy and resilient to stress and pest.

Wow.  That's it.  I have some weeds in my life as well as my yard/garden that need dealt with.  It's a good time to go and do that!


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