I Must Confess…Garden Karma is a Bitch
Hi there folks. Ready for another week of confession fun?
The prompt for this week is tales from your school days but as you can tell, I’m making a different confession today. I recently made a confession recalling my school days and I really couldn’t add much more to that one so I have decided to share something different with you instead.
I have to confess, first off, that I am a lazy gardener. I like the idea of gardening. I love selecting plants and appreciating their beauty. I enjoy surveying my domain.
I don’t jump at the chance of gardening. I tend to put off weeding. Watering usually happens whenever plants look particularly wilted. And I don’t recall ever using fertiliser or being proactive at all in the garden.
I am definitely a lazy gardener.
Which brings me to my next confession. I lied to my own mother.
Let’s set the scene. A few weeks ago my mother (a very keen and knowledgeable gardener) sent me home with twelve Clivia plants for me to add to our back garden.
At the time I was suffering from my week-long gastro attack so I didn’t plant them right away. Once I recovered I was then distracted with the demands of everyday life. Weeks went by and there they remained in the water-filled container they were sent home in.
I talked to Mum a few times and she asked me how they were going. At first I was truthful and said I hadn’t got around to planting them. Then, as they continued to sit unplanted on my back veranda I felt under pressure to say that I had planted them. Hence the lie. Sorry Mum.
Which brings me to my final confession. My garden knows that I’m a lazy gardener and punished me for my negligence yesterday. I have to confess I actually received a karma bitchslap from my own garden!
As we are hosting two birthday soirees over the next couple of weekends I knew that this weekend just gone represented my last chance to undertake some backyard maintenance beforehand.
So I knuckled down and weeded, swept, watered, planted and tidied up the front and back yards.
I cleared a full green waste’s worth of weeds. I planted those twelve Clivias, along with twenty odd Agaves and another four succulent groundcovers. Our lawns received love that they have never received before. And the back patio areas look a million dollars now they are leaf free.
Instead of thanking me for my attention, the garden instead rewarded me with the following:
- numerous cuts to my hands
- a gash to my foot
- a green ant bite to my thigh (God that hurt for hours)
- a bruised foot from falling off a retaining wall
- sunburn to my face and back of my neck
- dirtied nails and cuticles that as yet still look unclean
- itchy patches over my legs and arms
My poor damaged hands…
While I look a little worse for wear, the garden looks the best it has done since we moved in.
The retaining wall responsible for my current bruised and throbbing foot!
Two of the twenty-odd Agaves plated during my gardening odyssey…
The flowering succulent groundcover that Delilah picked out at Bunnings.
Yes, photographic proof that I did eventually plant my Clivias!
So I will nurse my wounds while doing what I most enjoy – surveying my newly maintained domain!
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