Granted, gardens are, or can be, very personal. Certainly garden writer Henry Mitchell didn't want anyone else to touch HIS garden. No one else was allowed to do any of the gardening there, it was all his. No one else was permitted to do any of the digging, any of the planting or setting out, none of the leaf raking or pruning, either.
Me: save my soil! Over and over, I beat that drum: "Save my soil! Clean those roots. Don't throw away my soil with the seedy weeds headed for the landfill! Every grain and smidgen - and! --- toss it uphill. Gravity and the ground hogs work together to send it all downhill to the creek. Clean those roots. Toss all loose bits of soil UPHILL. I've read it takes 100 years to make 1 inch of loam! We paid a lot for this dirt; don't send it to the landfill. God's not making any more real estate. We're on limestone here, soil's extremely shallow, not much soil. Save it, save it." Like a stuck record, stuck on: save my soil! Eccentric? Whooooo? Me?
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Being Realistic
There is no way I could care for my garden alone. I would like to, I wish I could, but I have to be realistic; I'm not able - physically or mentally. Age, too many pounds, and Fibromyalgia will do that to you..... So, will sitting at the computer too much.
I lack self-discipline there, nothing I'd rather do than write, read, and garden; if I can combine all it's double - no - Triple fun! Thus, here I am at the computer again..... every chance I get.
Being Realistic
There is no way I could care for my garden alone. I would like to, I wish I could, but I have to be realistic; I'm not able - physically or mentally. Age, too many pounds, and Fibromyalgia will do that to you..... So, will sitting at the computer too much.
I lack self-discipline there, nothing I'd rather do than write, read, and garden; if I can combine all it's double - no - Triple fun! Thus, here I am at the computer again..... every chance I get.
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