I AM a gardener. I say that with conviction, despite current evidence to the contrary. It occurred to me today that I am not a gardener because of my beautiful garden. I am a gardener because my garden is a mess of weeds and Bermuda grass and I fail to let that keep me from continuing in my quest for a beautiful garden. I may fail, but I will try, try again.
We don’t often confess to having weeds and Bermuda grass unless we find ourselves on one of those “makeover” shows. I’d love to have that happen about now! Let the work crew show up with their gloves and tools so I don’t have to clean up the results of three weeks of absence and neglect. But the truth is that I didn’t have things completely under control before my vacation. So now some areas of the garden may just have to be unsightly until the first frost! A woman can only do so much.
I have some great photos to post, but they remind me of the Brad Paisley song “Online” where he talks about how much better he is on MySpace than in reality. I’m not saying my flowers aren’t beautiful, but in the interest of balance I am also posting my “garden of shame” photos of my front flower bed covered in Bermuda grass, my sweet potato vines that just won’t grow, and my wild garden plot that is becoming a jungle!
I’ve shown you my weeds. Now don’t be ashamed of yours!!