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.
It reminds me my wedding (:
If you could only find someone who hates weeding and doesn’t mind cleaning, you could swap chores from time to time.