Seed Feed Weed

Having just spent a reluctant, necessary, half an hour in the front garden, attempting to reduce the invasion of "foreigners" into my sad wreck of a garden, I now realise how futile such mini sorties are.
For years the garden tiny, but rich with many (too many) plants of many species has been my main spare-time activity.  Since my husband's death there has been first no time, and now sadly, little interest in keeping things looking good.  This has extended into many areas of my life.  Now that there is no-one to care how it/I look, does it matter?
Today the all-too-rare sunshine, forced me to look at what needed to be done to even begin to restore some sort of order to the jungle.
All the carefully chosen, planted, fed, weeded shrubs, roses and bulbs are so neglected they would have made the former 'me' weep.  Not so now., though digging out a beast of a bramble from my choking Osmanthus I thought I heard a tiny sigh of relief.  I will of course, push myself from here on until things are looking better but it seems a joyless pastime at present.  Maybe just me!
It struck me how similar good gardening is to good religion.  First the seeds are sown, then the plants are fed and watered and finally a flourishing plant/faith emerges.  However, the weeds are always lying in wait hoping to take over.
I suppose it just would not do to allow them to win?