Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden...oops

I have to persuade myself to weed my backyard. Yeah, I know. But really, who ever wants to weed? I mean, when we were kids my parents made us weed to punish us, see so my brain really can't think of it as anything more than a big fat restitution for whatever it is I failed at for the day. And so I set little tiny time limits so it doesn't seem so bad.

I find that during this persuasion, it helps if I speak to myself like a two year old so as to trick myself into weeding.

Ok Kristi, you just have to weed for five minutes today all right pumpkin? You can do five minutes. Look, it will be fun! Yay!

So I trudge outside to do my daily weeding penance once again and grab my trowel and gloves. I find a section of my flower beds that looks particularly fuzzy and plop myself down on the grass in front of it.

Then, I see a lovely purple flower to my right. I stop to examine it closely and think of how nice it would be if I had lots of these instead of just a handful. They look like bluebells or something, but since I am not such an expert in the plant area, I could be totally wrong.

And then, I examine their stalk. And I realize that it looks exactly like the weeds I was pulling out by the bucketful last week.

The stalk that I thought was milkweed.

The stalk that I ripped from the lush earth with a vengance whilst attempting to rid my flowerbeds of anything I didn't recognize. The stalks that I filled an entire five gallon bucket with in the space of ten minutes.

Oh yes.

In other news, Scotland tentatively asked me if perhaps I cut the rose bushes back too far last fall. He wondered aloud if that could possibly be the reason that there are only TWO blooms so far this year.

My thought is, if he loved those flowers so much he should have hired a {professional} gardener.

And now I am forced to find another form of restitution for my failures. As it appears weeding is not working for me.