Pulling Weeds Does Not a Gardener Make (1) To Be Fair

Just I have a garden does not make me a gardener. I discovered this truth slowly over the past couple of weeks, since I returned from my volunteer vacation on September 4th. I had spent the part of each day for a week doing some major gardening: yanking, chopping, watering, planting, generally in the dirt, and throwing away anything that wasn’t where it was supposed to be. It was hard but work. I came home with a real sense of . It felt like I had made a . I did something that mattered for a week, enjoyed every minute of it and got in better shape in the .

I had a small delusion that I could keep this going and extend it to my yard. One week passed and nothing got done. (To be , I had to get the washer fixed, there was laundry to do and to run, I also had to unpack the backpack, pay the bills, walk the dog, find something to do with the leftover food). Then another week and another until I realized I simply any motivation. I just couldn't be to go out and get things done unless I had someone down my neck.

Also, I figured that I had waited so long to the garden and flower beds that at some point all my neighbors probably just me and didn't care anymore. And since I’m in a low spot, there is a high that my property will be under water most of the winter anyway. So I thought, screw it, I'll just let nature take its and see what happens. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?