I am humbled. To all the gardeners out there, you rock. I’m not talking about the casual, “plant a daisy or two weekend gardeners”, although I’m sure you rock in other ways. I’m talking about those of you who take on the fight of reclaiming land from the wild, the eternal battle of beating back the poisonous, the invasive, and the just plain ugly. Damn. It’s tough. Or, as Agent K would say (Tommy Lee Jones in Men in Black), It’s “double-tough”.
I’ve been in my new house a year now. The house is a modest 2400 sf, give or take a foot. The lot, however, is ginormous by normal neighborhood standards. There’s about 2.5 acres. Clearly, I’m not trying to reclaim all 2.5 acres, at least not right away. I am, however, hell-bent on having a civilized looking yard around the house and at the street. That’s not much to tackle, is it?
Uhm. Yes. It IS a lot to tackle. Turning even a tiny patch of wild Texas land into something civilized is a lot of work. I learned my lesson; lessons to be exact.
“What did you learn?” you ask. Well:
I could go on, but I’ll save it for another post – and I’m sure you get the drift. I learn something every time I work in the yard. Please share your tips with me. I’d like to learn my lessons the smart way from now on – by listening to others who have gone before.
Bottom line; Gardening ain’t for no sissies.
Our life is our story. Getting older, we’ve seen many years and (hopefully) learned a lot. On the good side, we learn what we like and don’t like. On the other hand, we learn what we like and don’t like. Many times, unfortunately, we give all our attention to what we know we like and avoid the rest. Your story can only be about what you know, so the more you experience, the more aware you are, the richer your story.
Lynnelle here. History. It wasn’t my favorite class back in the day. Partly because my history classes were more an exercise of memorization than learning about life of another era. Also, I think my “arrogance of youth” prevented me from considering anything other than my generation could possibly have any relevance. Sad.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve written anything – or even sat down at my computer. No particular event or reason. I just didn’t “feel like it”. Part of me feels like I’m deluding myself in thinking anyone even reads the stuff I write here. Another part doesn’t give a shit.