I see idyllic photos, in magazines and on line, of gals gardening in their tidy shorts or skirts with every hair in place. They look as if they are gently tip toeing through their flower beds in search of pretty things…admiring the wonder of their handy work… pruning shears in hand with cute little boots as they frolic in their flower beds where with a wave of the hand weeds disappear.
When I garden I find dirt everywhere, my hair gets all wild, my knees are red, bruises appear, and finger nails sometimes break away but, my oh my, do I love to get my hands dirty. There is not much more in life that can be such back-breaking work, sweating, grubby, bugs galore and stiffness that can make one feel so invigorated. I know it may be in our DNA… this gardening bug. I never understood it when I would find my mom tending her flower beds… now, I get it.
I go bonkers at the local nursery stands and do we ever have loads here in Lancaster county. A large and rather popular destination for green thumbs is Black Creek Greenhouses. Get there very early on a Saturday or shop during the week. So with day dreams of planting my pots of green goodies…
you know your are gardener when
- even with the best shoes and socks you still find dirt in your toes
- you try many tricks to keep dirt from under your nails
- you go through gardening gloves faster than a box of tissues while watching Lifetime TV (if you had time to watch TV… cause gardeners don’t bring them to the garden
- you can often be found lost & weeding while wearing flip flops because you only saw one thing to fix but that was 2 hours ago
- you find mysterious bruises or bug bites
- you could garden by the full light of day to the moonlight. It is only when it is so dark that the yard’s solar lights come on that you stumble to the door and head for the shower
- you love the smell of lavender in the morning
- you find dirt in your bra
- you have lost some jewelry in the garden
what garden musing would you add?