Well, based on the love that many fellow adoptive moms I have met have for gardening, I decided this was the summer that I was going to grow something. A couple months ago we started some seeds and it was my plan to do something manageable -- a salsa garden. Let's just say it didn't go well....
Most of the plants died. We started so many of them. It was pretty sad. It seemed like everything I got near died.
But we bought some plants and I decided today that I was going to transplant them. I went outside, leaving my computer which is oh so fun to touch, and I headed into the heat. The garden patch we were going to use had since sprung up some nasty weeds that were very very prickly and even with gloves on they hurt my hands.
So I moved to another patch and planted a few things and I hated every single minute of it. I hate to say that -- I feel as though I have some character deficit, but I was hot and sweaty. And I didn't enjoy the dirt on my hands or under my nails. I couldn't get anything to fit in the ground correctly. The soil was too dry and then I watered it and it was too wet.
I made it about 45 minutes, with Sadie, Wilson and DOminyk helping me and then I just couldn't take it any more. I hated it. Seriously hated it. Have i mentioned that I hated it?
So I am not a super woman gardener. I figure per hour, everything else pays more.
I'm spending my time in front of the computer instead. Sorry ladies.