MrsMouthy, MrsMouthy, HOW does your garden grow?

QUICKIE: Vincenzo, after asking for and receiving a second piece of candy, but before eating it: “Mom?  It takes a long time for your teeth to fall out, right?”
This weekend was a perfect one for gardening, so we spent almost all of it outdoors.  Usually when I weed it’s meditative and mindless.  When I weed with Kevin, it’s a bit different.  About every 20 minutes he comes up to me and says, “You know, I was thinking…” then presents some charming but grossly under-informed new method for pulling weeds.  “What if we just cut them back instead of doing all this digging, and if they came back we’d cut them again, and we’d keep doing that until some other disease got them?”  I’d love to see him out there, cutting the tops off of the 10,000 weeds no taller than my pinky nail like he was pruning 10,000 itty bitty roses.  I also love that he’s spent a total of two days of his life weeding and he’s pretty sure he has an idea that no one has tried in the thousands of years humans have spent gardening.  Isn’t he precious?

Last year, when I first started blogging, I wrote about how I had one lofty goal for the year, and that was to wind up the hose whenever I used it.  (Sorry you can’t read it–I never transferred all my posts from my old blog site.)  I hit that goal with about 80% accuracy (there was some gray area about whether or not I had to wind it up after someone else used it).  This year I have a new goal, and it is to stake my plants before they have buckled under their own weight and/or sheer neglect.  If I don’t pull another weed this year; if I don’t water even once this summer; if I let the stinky groundcover I accidentally planted make a comeback; if I do all or none of that, it doesn’t matter.  I may have low ambitions, but you have to admit it–I’ve got high stakes.  (Or at least I will have them.)

Orecchiete with sausage and broccoli rabe
Gado Gado salad
Lemon poke cake

5 thoughts on “MrsMouthy, MrsMouthy, HOW does your garden grow?

  1. I am being 100% serious when I say this: I don’t get what the big deal is with weeds. I actually think weeds are pretty.

    Granted, I live in Arizona, where green is not a dominant color. And I also understand how they steal nutrients from the more colorful, edible stuff around it, but I still don’t get why weeds need to be totally eliminated. Keep a few in the yard, as evidence that All Things Are Beautiful.

    I’m lazy.

  2. WWJD? I think Jesus loved all the plants, and didn’t judge certain ones and pull them out until they couldn’t breathe or grow any longer. Be a bit more compassionate and let some weeds grow! Of course, you won’t find any in MY yard!

  3. Love the high goals, girl. My dad was talking to me this weekend about how I COULD plant cucumbers in a pot on my sunless porch and just carry them out to the sunny parkinglot each day. Umm, yeah, that’s a lot of work! I’ll be lucky if I remember to water my flowers!

  4. I had to laugh when I read this because I think your husband and my boyfriend might be twins separated at birth. I also love to do things in my garden, but whenever C is out there, we end up fighting about the best way to do something. He can be lazy, I’m a tad anal.

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