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Joy of Gardening

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I love beautiful things, but I don't enjoy the process of getting things beautiful. I love flowers, I don't like the planting, pruning, weeding, etc. I like a clean house, but I don't like washing dishes, scrubbing floors or any of the stuff it takes to get it there.

When my flower beds thrive, they often begin looking like overgrown eyebrows and I end up with one huge unibrow plant, one running into the other until you can't tell what is a weed and what was put there on purpose. My method of taking care of this little problem is to let it all grow, enjoy the flowering perennials and then wait until it gets really out of hand. Then when I can't stand it any more I weed it ALL. And I do mean it all. I much prefer looking at brown mulch than having chest-high green things creating a miniature forrest outside my front door.

So I go through the list:
Lamb's Ear weeded (chopped down)? Check!
Hosta weeded (demolished)? Check!
Chives weeded (cut to the quick)? Check!
Irises weeded (hacked to smithereens)? Check!

And I just go through the whole garden like that. Above is my happy result! It's not pretty, but it sure feels good. I'd offer to come over and do yours for you, but I've heard it's therapeutic to do it yourself.

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Anonymous said…
That is the one reason that makes me glad I don't have a yard to take care of... - Jennifer
8/07/2006 2:58 PM
PandaMom said…
Apparently your GREEN thumb is as BROWN as mine! HA!!! Besides, right now in TX absolutely nothing can grow in this horrible heat!! Here the plants just beg to be hacked to smithereens just to put them out of their misery... ; )
8/07/2006 6:52 PM
Laurie said…
Hahahahha! Too Funny, Miss Jen! I dunno, I heard recovering Type A's need all the therapy they can get! I should know, I dropped out! So, when can we set up an appointment for you to come do my flower bed?
8/07/2006 8:27 PM
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