Today I MUST think about my garden. It has become a weed patch. It's sad really.
Terrible, a wreck, a travesty -- I KNOW....I don't need reminding.
I look at it and think --But I ran a triathlon! I play the guitar! I make my own pasta. I have 3 kids. Bleck, it still stinks. I'm sure there is poison ivy in there. So if I do choose to tackle it, I may be bumpy and itchy and pissy about it for weeks. What to do, what to do? Write a check? But to whom?
Here's what it should look like in a few weeks. There are colorful limbs shooting out all over the place. See those orange lilies - they are taller than me this year, pinky swear. It's really prettier than this picture leads you to believe. This reminds me, I need to move my bicycle. Aidan threatened to use it to get somewhere and that almost put me in a panic. Happy Gardening --- I find I'm hoping for rain to postpone this punishment.