Weeding

It's good to weed in such a cool morning.When I clean the ground pulling unwanted plants or removing dead leaves I always remember my father who used to work cleaning and organizing in the garden. Though I helped him little when he was alive, in turn with him I do the garden cleaning to follow him.

Now I come to be like he,doing the job which are annoying and troublesome.

I didn't like cleaning in the garden nor helping to weed but I can't avoid nor hate any more.

I just feel appreciation for his works and big dedication to my family.

I also want to devote myself to love and give my heart as much as possible.

No one like my father in the world....it's utmost my pleasure and great pride in him. Thank you dad you were really great!