What was I thinking?

Posted on | April 22, 2010 | 5 Comments

There’s no good excuse. I guess I just got carried away. Because the summer garden was finally planted (except for the root crops which prefer a 3rd quarter moon). The raised beds in the side pasture were filled with compost in preparation for the vine crops (2nd quarter moon in Scorpio). The chicken accessories were moved to the summer coop so everything would be ready for the Big Switch (any moon in which you can get as many hands as possible to help carry sleeping chickens from the winter coop to the summer coop). I baked 3 loaves of bread, and actually remembered to put in flax seed (well, the bread machine did the baking but I did the remembering all by myself).

I even started up the incubator for the guinea eggs but did not immediately put the eggs in it. This was hard. Very hard. The eggs were on the counter. The incubator was on the counter. The eggs wanted to go into the incubator. But temperatures in the incubator weren’t stable yet. Must wait 24 hours. Must wait. Must wait. Must find something else to do to keep from putting eggs in incubator.

So that’s how it happened.

Flush from my successful day, I strolled down the driveway. I admired the Other Half’s mowing and weedeating job. I smiled at a blue jay on the telephone pole. I saw a flash of pink in the perennial garden.

“Oh,” I thought. “I should check on the perennial garden and see what’s coming up this year.” And I walked over.

Why? Why? For Pete’s sake, WHY did I do that?

Here’s what I saw:

: An azalea valiantly blooming through weeds.

: Trees growing in the Shasta daisies.

: Self-sowing ox eye attempting world domination. Need any ox eye seedlings?

: Grass trying to kill the crape myrtle tree.

: More weeds trying to camouflage themselves between the roses and the tiger lilies.

: The roses have spread into the pampas grass. That’ll be fun to untangle.

: That pampas grass ended up shaded by the tree. Sweet. It’ll only take a FREAKING BACKHOE to dig up that clump and replant it.

: Weeding prickly pear. That’s fun.

All of my success was snatched away. The immense task of weeding the perennials rose above the garden horizon like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters. Oh, the horror. I couldn’t take it. Surely, there was some other task, some chore less tedious, less thankless, less unrelenting that I could do.

So today I am scrubbing the toilets (2nd quarter moon in Leo).

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5 Responses to “What was I thinking?”

Tanya Lam
April 23rd, 2010 @ 4:44 am

Glad to see that the Other Half mowed the grass. Are you using the Farmer’s Almanac to come up with the phases of the moom and the zodiac sign? My Grandma Henley would never plant something if it wasn’t in the right sign and she lived by that book. I need to get one…
admin
April 23rd, 2010 @ 5:35 am

Yes, I use Blum’s Almanac.
David in Kansas
April 23rd, 2010 @ 1:49 pm

Your perennial garden looks curiously familiar to me. I have this fantasy that I will prepare things in the Fall so that I don’t run into this in the Spring…ha ha ha…when pig weed flies!
lisa d
April 24th, 2010 @ 5:21 am

I have the perfect solution — this year I let my daughter take over the perennial garden. (Naming it that is a stretch). She turned it into an annual garden, but at least she got all the weeds out first!
va_grown
April 30th, 2010 @ 11:23 am

Ha! Ha! I know how you feel. I avoid it until my Better Half threatens to round-up everything if I don’t get to it. But it’s worth it. Check out my post yesterday at http://www.walkinginhighcotton.net to see some pictures of how mine are coming along now.

And I’m glad I’m not the only one that says “freaking.” 🙂

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