I made a new discovery this year.
Yeah, those don’t look so very exciting, do they? Boring old jersey work gloves. But they’re green, which sets them apart from Roger’s bigger black ones. And they’re not stiff like most gardening gloves.
And the reason they’re important enough for me to write about them on my blog? Well… at the risk of completely sounding like a girl, I’ll just admit it. I don’t like to get my hands dirty. Flowers are pretty, fresh garden vegetables are yummy, but dirt under my fingernails grosses me out. I cringe at the possibility of my fingers running into a worm -or any other crawly thing- while I’m messing around in the garden.
I do realize that if I was a character in a romance novel, this trait would automatically tip the reader off that I am the bad girl; the one who doesn’t get the guy. And then… once you discover that I also don’t like animals of any variety and refuse to dirty my hands by petting them, you’d realize that, not only do I not get the guy, I probably am also plotting to kill the girl who is supposed to end up in happily-ever-after-land.
But guess what. I did get the guy (without using any subversive means) and, getting back on subject… he’s the guy who has always been more than happy to get his hands dirty gardening for me. It’s good enough for him that I appreciate what comes out of the garden and feed it to him (minus anything floral.) His gardening gifts are actually kind of intimidating. It’s hard to be a beginning gardener when you’re married to someone who’s really good at it. What’s the point in learning it myself?
But this year… my kids are growing up. They’re all in school except one. And when they’re home, they don’t need me like they used to. And it’s so beautiful outside. And I picked up those green gloves at True Value. And Roger and Bill cut up a tree for me to use as a border. And I really want beauty outside my home.
This is what I have to work with:
And this picture was taken after several hours of work were put into it. I’m determined to make something beautiful out of this forgotten piece of wasteland. I was informed that that description is overly dramatic, but if you’ve seen it, if you’ve had the misfortune to walk through it; you’d agree. That little corner of the world has been utterly and depressingly wretched. And I really don’t know a thing about gardening, but someday when people drive past our house and glance up, they’ll see… something pretty, something they want to come walk through.
Maybe. That’s probably just wishful thinking….
Anybody know where the title of this entry came from? It’s one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite books. The answer to the question is: “When you see a bit of earth you want, take it, child, and make it come alive.”