Scotch Broom

The Scotch Broom is blooming everywhere.  It spreads like a low thicket over pasturelands.   Even burning doesn’t kill it.  Scotch Broom smells wonderful, but is a problem when left to grow at will.  Tiny seeds blow hither and yon and bring sprouts along roads, backyards, and in the “green space” meant only for native plants.  If the sprout isn’t removed quickly, Scotch Broom will sink its roots and fan underground fingers that hold fiercely. It grows fast and vigorously, blooming like yellow fire across a hillside and casting another ga-zillion tiny seeds into the wind.

How like sin!  It can start with a small thought, take hold, send a mind reeling into action that brings heartache and spreads grief.  Sin can look like the glittering lights of Vegas, smell like the expensive perfume of Paris, taste like a feast.  Then the consequences set in.  The lights go out in the morning, and you see the people sleeping homeless and hungry along the fences.  The perfume smells stale and sickly.  The “feast” turns sour in your stomach. 

Scotch Broom shows me how the tiniest seed can grow into a giant weed, and warns me that a thought can become an action leading to a habit that can destroy a life.