You may remember from here and here that I love the idea of gardening but in lived experience think it's gross. When I think of gardening, I think bountiful harvests of already-picked and washed vegetables with the added pride of being "from our garden." When I do gardening, I think dirt caked under my fingernails, aching back, ew what was that slimy thing that just crawled over my foot and wow, I babied that thing for months and it just up and died without bearing fruit!
But, for some reason, I can't stop dreaming about gardening. I see others' home canned, frozen and fresh hauls from their magazine-like fairy gardens and think, "Okay, next year, I'm REALLY gonna do it! Never mind that I never staked this year's tomatoes so they ended up as long twiggy vines with fruit I can't find until it's fallen and rotted. I just need to get organized, order a million seeds, start them all in little containers... and wait to reap a bumper crop of every vegetable and herb I can imagine."
Oh, and I need to stop by the grocery store to pick up some tomatoes for tonight's salsa.
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