Tuesday, 25 October 2011
These are my weeds.
This is officially the worst our veggie garden has ever been. It's a trainwreck, an abomination. Makes my heart sore, just looking out the kitchen window.
I have some exciting news.
That was the Before shot, now here is the After.
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Just kidding. There is no After shot. It still looks like this.
I owe the whole world an email, there's towels to be hung out, my entire wardrobe needs sorting. Dave still parks his motorbike in the living room, Rocco styled his hair with lube this morning, (I am not kidding) ... the paint patch on the wall near the stairs has been there for two years.
And the veggie patch is overgrown, over-run. Gone to seed then come back again.
If I die today, I die with weeds in my veggie garden. But I also would have kissed all of my boys and meant it, cooked a roast dinner, lit some candles, allowed Max to have a friend over (in the middle of the WEEK) .. and acknowledged Buddha this morning. Got through another day in the world - no mean feat, for lots of us.
Last night, I whispered in Dave's ear before he fell asleep. "Hon, I am SO going to clear that veggie garden one day. Soon. Maybe next week."
And he just laughed at me because he knows me too well, and I laughed as well.
Then he said, "Well, the great thing is now the Rosellas come - just to eat all the seeds off the tops of the weeds."
I'm sure that's symbolic of something.
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Harper once did her hair with lube too. They truly must never meet or the universe will explode.
ReplyDeleteRosellas are ace xoxo
I was hoping you'd have some ridiculously inspiring shots of your tomato seedlings and a perfectly turned patch of soil. In fact, yours looks just like mine!
ReplyDeleteYou have however inspired me in something else: my kids were looking at me strangely as I ran around the house thsi morning with my can of Ambi Pur shouting "welcome to Kimmy's airlines". They just didn't get it...but the house smells a treat.
I'm sure it is, too. What a lovely post.
ReplyDeleteMostly I lurk here, but I sure do appreciate your youness.
Shae - I am SO not surprised!! I told my sister what he had done, and she goes "There's Something About Rocco."
ReplyDeleteKimmy - Laughing so hard at your airlines. Do you have a pink uniform too?
And Misha, thank you so much for popping your head up X
And obviously, the glaring error in this blog post is that if I *did* die today with weeds in my veggie garden, I wouldn't have really "just gotten through another day " now would I. Because I would be dead.
ReplyDeleteI keep commenting on my own blog.
ReplyDeleteThis is why my veggie garden looks so gloriously sad - I'm just a time-wasting procrastinatin' fool.
ReplyDeleteI CAN'T STOP.
ReplyDeleteI CAN'T STOP.
ReplyDeleteOk that was totally a typo, didn't mean to post the "I can't stop" comment twice.
ReplyDeleteI'm hungry.
ReplyDeleteStop typing and go grow some vegies to eat ;)
ReplyDeleteStop typing and go grow some vegies to eat ;)
ReplyDeleteNow I did it too!
ReplyDeleteIf you clear the weeds from the vegetable garden, then you'll have to plant something there. Then you'll have to water those plants, which will encourage more weeds to grow. Might as well eliminate the middle part!
ReplyDeleteRocco - when he has some sort of life event, he is going to be very embarrassed when you start telling stories about him!
Life is too short to do weeding... hire a gardner perhaps?
ReplyDeleteYes, kissing children much more important. Seriously, death bed regrets: "Oh dang, I didn't weed enough"... or "I wish I'd kissed my children more".
You crack me up.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. The best before and after shots I have ever seen!
ReplyDeleteI was going to say something like just focus on the flowers or veggies and ignore the weeds, but ....ummm.
ReplyDeleteHow about this instead, 'weeds are all plants of the earth from somewhere'.. so, you know, thats OK.
I often feel like a weed in this world, but my roots are so intrenched in the earth, no one can pull me out. ha!
Correct. All correct! I have embraced the fact that we wouldn't get visits from rosellas - like, down to the GROUND visits! - in our garden if it were weeded and neat. If it makes your head feel jumbled, it's time for it to go. But otherwise, embrace the weed, man!
ReplyDelete(totally not intended to sound like a hippy-comment... but oops, oh well)
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ReplyDeleteMy delightful daughter did her hair with body lotion the other day. I think you liked the photo on Instagram. Little twerp.
ReplyDeleteWeeds are cool. I like to think they're the rebels of the flora world, nobody wants them around but there they are - following nobody's rules.
But really, I just hate gardening.
I'm sensing a metaphor.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not subscribing to comments because it'll just be you blathering on about being hungry.
I just had two jam donuts, in case you were wondering xx
You may have weeds Eden but damn, I couldn't stop looking at those gorgeous trees in the background. What a beautiful place you must live in! Much nicer than the suburban cookie cutter view I have from my place! xx
ReplyDeleteWeed.
ReplyDeleteHee hee.
:-)
Nice to know there is someone else like me stressing about the weeds on her backyard. And dreaming it will all just go away one morning.
ReplyDeleteYou don't have a weed problem……you have a goat deficiency. Give a goat half a day max and your garden will be 'weeded' and ready to turn over :-) Hmmm maybe that's a business idea, along the same lines as 'hire a hubby'.
ReplyDeletegosh I wish I had something insightful and deep to say. But this just spoke to me about what is important.
ReplyDeleteRosella's roast dinners and smushy kisses.
Love the raw honesty. Makes me feel better than the chooks now inhabit mine :)
ReplyDeleteWeeds to some, but a garden to others. I am sure Buddha is in there, somewhere...
ReplyDeleteGet some chickens, they'll scratch out the weeds for you, then you can turn it over and start again. Also a bonus, they'll fertilise as they go.
ReplyDelete(Also, I kinda hate you now, I saw this photo, looked at my garden and spent an hour pulling weeds. All. Your. Fault.)
With those weeds the only solution is poison - and I've never recommended it before. Chuck some black plastic over the top and turn it into a...I've got no idea. I know black plastic and then deal with it next year 'cause you don't want a fire risk. Another lurker thankful for your honesty!
ReplyDeleteAndrew says he'll come give you a glut...so to speak. He has Blue Mountain envy...
ReplyDeleteLooks like my veggie garden. You have a need for lube at your house?
ReplyDeleteI love you. I just do. And so what if your yard looks like that? I'd just make it a goal to clear it out before Rocco is 16. Because who knows what in the hell he is going to bring home once he is really able to drive.
ReplyDeleteI love Dave. And I love you and your blog comments. xx
ReplyDeleteOH man. Here I was freaking out b/c you were going to show us some amazing After picture that was going to inspire me to mow the lawn and pull the weeds, even though I'd probably still not do it. Thank you for the real After picture. Somehow it makes me feel better to know I'm not alone in the weeds.
ReplyDeleteHa! Yeah, My weeds are worse than yours. Bloody weeds, Ive got 100 acres of them, and now opium poppies appearing EVERYWHERE (see latest post)at least there is potential money in those but dont get me started on the Tea Tree!!
ReplyDeleteThis is why I love you and why I keep following. (though I only poke my head in now and again... stuff I mean to get back to, ya' know?)
ReplyDeleteRosellas... I had to look them up to know what you were talking about (being in the States and all), and they are such beautiful birds. Makes it all seem ok, doesn't it?
I'm with Rhi...those trees!!
ReplyDeleteI don't usually comment, but I need to say thanks for your gutsy, honest, funny, smart blog. You make it easy to defend blogging as a legit activity. And you make me smile.
I had a post up the other day about my black thumb. I haven't even started a veggie garden, although I mean too, all the time. The only thing I haven't killed yet is a lime tree my brother gave me (also probably symbolic) he knows me well and bought me a hardy citrus plant. Practically unkillable. Anyway, Kelley, left me the best comment ever. 'We were meant for growing awesome humans, not foliage' And all of a sudden I felt a whole lot better about my non-existent veggie garden.
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