The Garden Gone Wild

2016 has become the year I let the garden go, and I kind-of feel bad about that. It wasn’t intentional; it just happened. I finished off my schooling and had plenty of time to devote to the yard. I just didn’t feel like it. Here’s one of my pathetic garden patches.

gardenI started out the season with good intentions, like I always do. I cut the grass regularly, and I watched for the first signs of real growth in the garden. Then I got distracted with just doing nothing. Then I began to focus more on creative writing (outside of the blogging world), and my time seemed to be taken up with the fictional world of characters inside my head who were clamoring to be written about.

Then it got too hot and too dry to bother with the yard. I was glad for the weeks on end of no rain because it meant no grass growth either. The only problem was the garden and the weeds. The darned weeds grow no matter what happens weather-wise. They grew so well this year that they choked out most of the flowers in the gardens.

Some of the flowers gave up altogether, others tried and are still there underneath the overgrowth, and some seemed to thrive despite it all. I noticed when cutting my wildly overgrown back yard last evening (for the first time in a couple of months!) that some of them don’t look all that bad. Others were pathetic.

I let some of it go out of spite. I figured if my (unhelpful) neighbor was going to poison some of the real plants I had planted (some given to me by friends and some gifts from my sons), then I wasn’t going to bother cleaning up the real weeds. I’d let them grow just to annoy him. Since he decided to come onto my property to spray poison in my garden, and he killed plants that I really cared about (and broke my heart) then he could deal with looking at the overgrowth in the entire yard. I’m spiteful that way. I guess that’s a classic case of passive aggressive behavior, huh?

Of course, it seems too late now to cut back the abundance of unwanted greenery. Some of the flowers have begun dying back naturally as August winds down. It won’t be long before it all begins to die a natural/seasonal death on its own. So I’ll procrastinate some more and let nature take its course.

booksI do feel a little remorse for letting my flowers down, but I really enjoyed the heck out of not slaving over the yard for a change. It reminds me a bit of the summer as a teenager at my parents’ house when I lay on the couch all summer long and read books. I remember my mother saying to me late in the season, “I don’t think you went outside once this summer.” Yessss!!!! That was my plan!

So I let the garden go this year, and I do feel bad about it. Just a little bit. Well, I suppose there’s always next year.

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A to Z Blog Challenge – V is for Vince


Vince had a few free minutes of time to spend on a weekday afternoon so he decided to stop by the park to work on the flower beds. Since the park was a community project, volunteers from the community did the upkeep and maintenance of the flowers, shrubs and pathways. They were lucky enough to be sponsored by the local garden supply store, and the store supplied the plants, and store crews kept the grass cut.

The park had turned out to be a great thing for the community. Everyone loved how it looked, and many enjoyed the benefits of the hard work that had been expended. Town residents had planted trees, shrubs, and flowers and built the twisting pathways that ran around the perimeter and between the flower beds and shrubbery.

Vince worked at the delicatessen but had been told many times that he had a true green thumb, and he loved working with flowers.

“The gardens look lovely this year!” Sally at the garden store gushed when he stopped to pick up some flats of petunias for the center flower bed.

“Thanks,” he smiled, “It’s not all me. I’ve had plenty of help. Thank the store for supplying the plants. They do such a great job every year. It’s always a privilege to plant what they provide.”

“I’ll let them know,” she smiled.

When Vince showed up at the park, he spent some time weeding the flower beds out by the Market Street sidewalk. He also did a quick walk-through the entire park and picked up the wrappers and trash lying around.

Then he moved on to the center flower bed, moving his trowel and the flats of flowers to where he could easily reach them. He was planting the petunias when he heard voices approaching.

“And here’s his favorite bench,” a little girl’s voice said, “He likes to sit here when it’s nice out. He feeds the squirrels and watches the birds. When I have my allowance, I bring him ice cream cones. He likes chocolate the best.”

“Would you like to sit here for a while, Mr. Webb?” a younger man’s voice asked.

“He doesn’t answer,” the little girl chattered on, “But it’s okay. He listens a lot.”

“He’s listening to you very closely now,” the younger man said, “He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.”

“We’re friends,” the little girl said.

Vince stood up so he could move to the other side of the flower bed. He glanced over, curious to see who was talking, and he saw an older man sitting on the park bench. Beside him sat a younger man, dressed in what looked like nurse’s scrubs or a uniform of some sort. In front of the bench a little girl had begun singing to herself as she played hopscotch. The older man watched her intently with a faint smile on his face. Vince nodded to the younger man who waved back.

Vince turned to go back to his gardening, already deep in thought about what he could add to the bed that would work well with the petunias. He thought impatiens would work well in the shade at the base of the tree, and he made a mental note to ask Sally if they had any ready.

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Good Morning, Monday!

Hi, everyone!  Sera here.  What a glorious morning!  It’s cool, and the sun is coming up.  The lady has put out mulch in her gardens.  She put it there to cut down on the weeds and because it looks nice.  We squirrels like it because it’s great for burying stuff!  The lady keeps shaking her head and covering up the holes we’ve made.  I don’t think she likes our efforts.  We’ve been digging around a lot because you never know if she might have tossed a peanut or two out while she was spreading the mulch.  She’s nice that way.  Enjoy your day!