Do a happy dance. Pumpkin Patch is over. Not that any of you care (thanks if you do), but much of my free time for the past month has been taken up by the annual festival at my kids’ school, which is called the Pumpkin Patch Festival. It was this past Saturday and was very successful, but the python that it was has been lifted from my life and I can get back to the important things like mailing seeds (sorry if I owe them to you), posting on my blog and gardening.
I have heard more than a few times that gardening is dying out. At one point in time, I believed that. But now I know the truth. Gardening is not dying out, is a luxery afforded by those with spare time (i.e. you lack small offspring at home and/or you don’t have a demanding job).
The rest of us snatch spare moments. Spare moments and spare time are like pennies and dollars. Sure, one adds up to the other but one doesn’t buy nearly as much as the other.
Then what do you do when your spare moments get stolen? Are you really suppose to tell the teacher no? The boss no? The bill collector no? Just because you want to pull a few weeds?
Don’t get me wrong. I do say that sometimes. I feel really guilty, but my garden looks better for it. I have turned down 2 playdates, one husband date and 3 dates with friends so that next weekend is mine, mine, mine. The weeds have won and I have to muster the forces or else this spring will see my garden buried so far I will never dig it out.
Gardening should not have to take a backseat to the rest of my life or maybe it should, but it seems really damn unfair if that is the case.