Oh huzzah, it’s the season where I remember exactly how much I hate gardening! It is simultaneously the season where I see everyone else growing beautiful plants and get jealous! And it is also the season where, like a cat*, I can’t decide if I want to be outdoors or indoors and so I alternate between them all day long!
Sunscreen. Must add more sunscreen to every bit of exposed flesh.
I have reached the age where a Tilly Hat no longer seems ridiculous and is now on my ‘please buy me this’ list.
Fucking plants, growing constantly and wildly. And a “native plants” garden where every single thing growing looks exactly like a weed. Because it is. I have a map + photos and I still don’t know what the hell to leave, pull, or suspiciously endure.
I forgot to save up cardboard to put underneath the mulch on the gardens where I am trying to kill off weeds.
My method of gardening involves me going outside, staring at the garden, feeling completely overwhelmed, then heading back inside. Once I’m inside again, I do something else for about 10 minutes, go back outside, yank a weed or two out, get overwhelmed, and go back inside. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I can’t see any progress. I think the weeds are growing faster than I can pull them.
And I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up getting attacked by a chipmunk at some point this summer because that little creature is highly displeased with me being in the yard.
Nature, man. Nature.
* Keep your cats indoors, friends.