My next-door neighbours’ yard is beautiful.
You know the kind – lovely, orderly garden and perfect grass. Our grass always looks scrappy, even when it’s just been cut, because theirs is so nice. Same goes for the neat and tidy garden – ours regularly has kiddie shovels & dump trucks in it which distract from the perennials…
These days I find solace in finding other gardens that have as many dandelions as we do.
We try, gosh, we try. Shovel in hand, we try to multi-task and do a bit of weeding while trying to keep 2 juniors from headbutting the garden stones or pushing tricycles onto the street. Silly me, I actually made it to the garden centre last week with 2 kids in tow to try to beat the May 2-4 rush – haha the rush!? I’ve got the over-priced flowers still on my porch, what was the point in rushing there?
Ever the optimist, I go outside each time thinking I’ll get this planter done today or maybe be able to spread some mulch….
It does.not.happen.
I finally did get that (one!) darn front porch planter done at 7pm tonight. All day I kept removing eye-poking sticks from hands and trying to explain that dandelions are weeds and that pulling the tops off real flowers was not helping mommy.
But, it was fun.
Once I remove my own expectations of the day or the tasks I’m trying to do, it can be fun. It can be hilarious watching an 18 month old try and hold a squirmy worm. And very tender to watch the 3 year old tend to the transplanted maple “tree” (uh…weed) which she christened “Trubby”. These days go by in a nano second and this windy, sunny day was a good one.
You know the kind – lovely, orderly garden and perfect grass. Our grass always looks scrappy, even when it’s just been cut, because theirs is so nice. Same goes for the neat and tidy garden – ours regularly has kiddie shovels & dump trucks in it which distract from the perennials…
These days I find solace in finding other gardens that have as many dandelions as we do.
We try, gosh, we try. Shovel in hand, we try to multi-task and do a bit of weeding while trying to keep 2 juniors from headbutting the garden stones or pushing tricycles onto the street. Silly me, I actually made it to the garden centre last week with 2 kids in tow to try to beat the May 2-4 rush – haha the rush!? I’ve got the over-priced flowers still on my porch, what was the point in rushing there?
Ever the optimist, I go outside each time thinking I’ll get this planter done today or maybe be able to spread some mulch….
It does.not.happen.
I finally did get that (one!) darn front porch planter done at 7pm tonight. All day I kept removing eye-poking sticks from hands and trying to explain that dandelions are weeds and that pulling the tops off real flowers was not helping mommy.
But, it was fun.
Once I remove my own expectations of the day or the tasks I’m trying to do, it can be fun. It can be hilarious watching an 18 month old try and hold a squirmy worm. And very tender to watch the 3 year old tend to the transplanted maple “tree” (uh…weed) which she christened “Trubby”. These days go by in a nano second and this windy, sunny day was a good one.
One day we will have that perfect garden and take pride in it. But for now, I take pride in the muddy knees of my kids, their wind blown hair and my scrappy garden.
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