My garden is blessed and cursed with an abundance of nettles. Blessed because they are the larval food plants for two attractive native butterflies—the red and the yellow admiral. I love watching the butterflies flit around the garden!
Blessed because nettles only thrive in good soil, and mine are the most vibrant and robust nettles anywhere.
Cursed because…well…they’re nettles. Careful as I may be, I can’t avoid being stung on a regular basis.
But like all problems, meeting them head-on is the best tactic. As they say, grasp the nettle. A nettle that brushes gently against your skin as you’re trying to avoid it will almost always sting. But grab a nettle firmly, even with bare hands, and you can usually pull it out without pain.
It really is a good metaphor for life (even if most people have no idea what it means).
And so I dive into the nettles of life like I dive into the ones in the garden—grappling them bare-handed and pulling them out with a quick, confident tug.
At least, that’s the theory, anyway…