I love love love the clearance table at Lowe's. Once something isn't "pretty" anymore, they get rid of it by marking it next to nothing (I will not make a comparison here about mid-aged men...). I had a lot of stuff on Monday, and this older man in front of me checking out made the snide comment of, "Oh... I see your husband is going to be busy."
Um, no. Rick does the yard. I do the flowers. He has helped me dig some larger holes for new stuff, but rest of it is on me (including digging holes for more roses and ferns, etc.) So I'm staring at this man and I said, "Actually, I'll do all of this." But I WANTED to say, "You wouldn't blink an eye to know I've had four kids, NONE of which would be defined as tiny, yet apparently you don't think I'm strong enough to dig a hole with a shovel?!?!" But I was a good girl and simply corrected him ever so politely. I swear.
Then he said: "I hope he knows how lucky he is."
I laughed and said, "I hope so too."
But I THOUGHT: Your poor wife. AND Rick should think he's lucky to have me as his wife for many reasons, the LEAST of which is because he doesn't have to shovel holes in the garden for his wimpy wife.
Hmpph.
And although this blog post is about my gardens, it's really about time. How it flies. How there's not enough time to do all the things I want/need to do with the yard, the dogs, the kids, Scouts, around the house, much less for my shop -- crocheting and sewing and creating. It's amazing to me to look back at LBR (Life Before Rick) and how much I slept. Sometimes I really, really miss those days. Fibro alone has me dragging, but now adding Lupus -- it's a nightmare sometimes. But... there are Things To Do. And more importantly, I WANT to do them, which wasn't who I was 3.5 years ago -- LBR.
Rick says I'm bad at time management. I'm running around from 7am and falling into bed around 9-10 unless Carly's working -- last night she and I didn't get back from picking her up from work until 11:15pm. That'll change soon when she gets her driver's license.
One moment while I sob a little...
Okay, where was I? Oh. Yes. Time management.
You know what I HATE HATE HATE? When Rick is right.
So I think I use my time to the best of my ability. I crochet while waiting. I look at Scout stuff while cooking -- or field texts/phone calls, blah blah blah.
Today -- I spent almost 7 hours in the garden that is almost done being planted. 80% of what I did? REplanting. Moving stuff I'd already planted to somewhere I wanted it to be instead. Now... those who have known me awhile I know I have a saying and it still holds true: It's not my fault.
I knew the kitchen garden was bugging me. But ya know, once you've bought the stuff, it's gotta get in the ground STAT. But still... I didn't really like it. And I made a new little flowerbed next to our backdoor garden -- which I love love love the tropical look it has going and it's FLOURISHING! YAY! But what I put in the new flowerbed -- roses -- I kept worrying about them. They were getting filtered sun, not full sun.
Sighs again...
But it's not my fault because of this: I'm new to gardening. Until three years ago, the only thing I could grow was kids and even that was often times questionable (and still is!) And each year with the success of the year behind me cheering me on, I do more, and more, and more.
I swear I think I have a HUGE masochist streak for some ungodly reason that really needs to be purged. But the horribly hard work -- so worth it when people comment on it -- and so worth it to look out the window of my garden and BEAM as things grow, as birds flying in and out, and as butterflies brighten my view.
But then...
I have a thing for perennials. They are worth the extra money because they're an INVESTMENT when they come back year after year. But I've got weird areas -- full sun. One wall what's all shade all day.Wow... Brenda, you're rambling.
So yesterday at the store I painfully cranked out $10 for a MAGAZINE on gardening, and I realized my mistakes in reading it. Truly worth the $10 for the insight and knowledge it fed me. And there's that sigh -- reading what I'd unknowingly did "wrong" and the work ahead to fix it. So that's what I did today for 7 hours. Moving, digging, replanting. But -- it's finally looking a way that doesn't make me cringe.
So yeah, Rick is right -- I'm not great at time management, apparently, when I spent 5 of the 7 hours uprooting and replanting most of my stuff. But now that I'm EDUCATED on it, it shouldn't happen again, right?
I'm sorry, what did you say?
Yeah, I know. But it's me, and well... sometimes it really isn't my fault.
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