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.

Ready?

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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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