Yesterday was a strange day. One of those days where you wake up feeling great, and energized, and ready to tackle the day. Then, 5 minutes in, it feels like a giant sat on you.
In an attempt to recover from my metaphorical squashing, I spent a little time out on the lanai trying to rehab my one day garden. Right now it looks like this:
It is small, and full of weeds, but one day it will be a lovely lawn for the pup (hopefully before he gets here the end of next month)...maybe. One of the big obstacles is the cement grid that the owner put down. In order to get the weeds out, I have to weed each one of the little squares, one at a time. Now this would not be so much of an issue but I have to sit in the weeds, or kneel on a pad and bend over to pull them out, and my back strongly objects!
So as I was sitting in the weeds, pulling one little square at a time, I thought to myself "I am living out the phrase!". Faced with a giant task, a broken trowel (damn you plastic tool!!), and down to only a weed puller and my bare hands I started to laugh. My life seemed oddly poetic for a moment.
Then I realized I was sitting in weeds, barefoot, with dirt smearing my legs and ants starting to crawl on me....eew.
I gave up for the time, but suddenly I am really looking forward to soaking the ground and getting back into the weeds...I think that makes me crazy...and it will have to wait until Sunday. Will I be breaking the Sabbath or is gardening an approved task? Ah well, a topic for another time.
...Nature girl
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