So today I’m sitting in the waiting room of our dentist’s office. The kids were there for their 6 month check up and . . . . . . no cavities! Yay! Anyway, I decide to pick up a magazine to pass the time. I picked out one of my favorites, Sunset. It’s a magazine that is devoted to life in the west. It always has local goings on and such. It’s more than one of my favorites; I absolutely LOVE Sunset. Until today.
I glanced at the “What to do in your garden for the month of February.” They have this every month for all the specific growing zones. I figured since it was February, there wouldn’t be much to do. Or much to make me feel guilty for not doing.
I guess I’m supposed to be pruning my roses. With their exacting directions in hand. As if I need them to remind me. Do they forget I see my own dead roses every day? Do they not know I see umpteen bushes that need their winter snipping every time I check the mail? I can’t believe that they don’t know that every single day I’m smacked in the face with my yardwork deficiencies.
It’s there when I back out of the garage. When I take the garbage out. When I open the door to whomever is knocking. When I look out my kitchen window and see the gargantuan butterfly bush growing crooked because who thought THAT would get so big and be losing a losing battle for sun rays with the thunderplum next to it . . . .
Sigh. That’s one of the things about living down here that’s been the hardest to get used to. . . . . . the year round yard work. There’s just not enough deep freezes/cold/snow, etc. to kill most things. Nor is there enough sweltering heat in the summer to kill it off. A plant doesn’t really have to have a very strong desire to live – there’s nothing to deter growth!
Alas, the next sunny day I’ll get out there and do everything I need to do. Or I won’t. Yeah, I’m laying money on the “I won’t” part of the equation . . . . .