I’ve always loved being in a garden. In fact, some of my earliest and happiest memories are of puttering next to my mom as she planted things and pulled weeds.
So it’s no surprise that having a garden has been a priority for me from the moment I moved into my first apartment. At times, my “garden” has been nothing more than a few flower boxes, but there’s always been something blooming around my home.
Sunshine for my soul.
And now that I have my own house? The gardens have proliferated to a point where I have a hard time keeping up with it all. Indeed, the weeds sometimes get taller than the flowers they’re choking.
But I never let it stay that way. I can’t.
My house? Can be as dirty as it wants to be. But my gardens are my pride and joy. So, no matter how busy, stressed and overtired I am, I make sure to get my fix of dirt time. If I don’t, my fingers get itchy.
That’s why I was outside at 8:30 a.m. last Sunday, pulling weeds and taking inventory. Tori crouched next to me, “helping” weed with her little Dora the Explorer shovel. Sure, she picked plants I wanted to keep and wouldn’t let me pull weeds she found pretty, but I didn’t mind.
We were playing in the dirt together, continuing a tradition that began with my mom and me. And I? Couldn’t have been happier if I tried.
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Same here. My goal, though, is to have gardens that mostly take care of themselves with a little weeding from me. We’re not there yet, but getting closer.
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I think they’re looking great!
What a great tradition. If you need a bigger weeding fix, my gardens can always use some help. I don’t have te same passion or commitment to gardening, and it really shows.
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Sometimes I think I should have gone into landscape design. But that would require too much actual work, so I’m prob’ly better off behind a keyboard.
I am unfortunately been cursed with a complete lack of green thumbs – not-a-one to be found. Plants go suicidal around me.
To make up for that, I married a man who not only has a green thumb, but actually enjoys playing in the dirt. Me, I get to pick which flowers he plants and enjoy them when they bloom.
Which kind of makes the curse sound like a blessing, since I know I don’t really love playing in the dirt myself (yes, in some respects I am truly a girl.)
The photo above is gorgeous! Was it actual;ly taken in your garden?
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Yep, those are my lilies. They’re fab because they’re very hard to kill. I just wish they would bloom all summer! BTW, I think you get the best end of that deal.
It is so hard to keep anything alive here with our heat and droughts. Well, strike that – weeds grow like crazy. Grass? Dies. Flowers? They burn up. But my weeds are green & hearty. I’m pretty darn good at weeds.
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I am excellent at weeds too. This weekend I was literally digging up entire six-foot square patches of gardens to get at those too-damn-healthy weeds.