Weeding

You know, it’s funny, but I can find fifty other things to do rather than clean my house, even watching paint dry.  But give me some nice days like we had this weekend, and I kind of love weeding beyond all reason.  I like the dirt and the sun on my skin.  I like being close enough to my small plants to get a good look at them.  And I love piling things in the compost pile.

It just doesn’t feel like a chore at all to me.

It reminds me of being small and playing in the dirt.

And in spite of the fact that I had only marigolds and the one Mexican sunflower in my butterfly garden this year, after getting in there and looking at the things that are growing, I feel pretty confident about having a garden full of coneflowers and black eyed susans next year.