I will not be joining in. Why? Here’s my poor, neglected garden, still buried under the rotting crap I didn’t clean up before the snow fell.
I hate gardening, which is probably an extension of the fact I hate being outside. I know many people find weeding and tinkering in the garden therapeutic at the end of the day, but I would cover my entire property in asphalt if the town would let me. (And, hey, we could use the extra parking.)
I do love my peony, though. It’s starting to sprout up and, though it means I have to go clean the muck from around the base, I know I have its pretty, fluffy pink blossoms to look forward to.
I also promised the Short Kid we could maybe experiment with some vegetables and container gardening. Quite frankly I’d rather sit here and give myself paper cuts, but I guess I’ll suck it up and kill some cherry tomatoes.
How about you? What color’s your thumb?