Thursday, July 3, 2008
Not in my DNA
I didn't get the gardening gene. Nowhere in my genetic makeup is that longing to become one with the earth. I love a beautiful lawn and healthy, colorful flowers. I just want to pay someone to do it. Gardening hurts my back and knees, and gives me heartburn from bending over. I get all sweaty and dirty and the flies bite constantly. Seriously, where is the fun in that?
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What? You don't love the smell of good dirt? Isn't every ripening tomato on a vine you planted a miracle? What about the little bees and butterflies, and the hummingbirds? What about...
Never mind. (Hair toss. Dramatic sigh.) You wouldn't understand.
Love ya!
What I like best about gardening is that the plants don't give me grief. They just bloom... or not. And then the season changes and we move on.
Don't worry aunty, it's not in my DNA either. =) silly mommy
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