Monday, June 29, 2009

I might like gardening....

Okay I do like gardening - but I liked it more when I didn't work because to get things how I want them requires a lot of time. Thursday last week I had a master gardener come to my house and give me some ideas. My front beds are rather unruly, while by back flower bed are empty and I needed some help. I have quite a few beds in my backyard - but they are pretty much all shade - so I was at a loss. Now I have a plan (I think) and I am going to do a little everyday. Saturday was my first day really working at cleaning up my front flower beds. Don't get the wrong idea, they are not full of weeds, rather out of control perennials. There are real estate phrases that we learn to avoid, such as, "handyman's dream", "Park like", "just needs a little tlc"; but no one talks about what to watch out for on those little plant labels. Seeds freely, great for naturalizing, self sowing, etc. What these really mean is: this cute little green plant will seek out every square inch of soil available and take over at such a speed that your yard will never be the same. I didn't know that when I planted and now I am attempting to rid my flower beds of not one, not two but three such plants!

While pulling out all of said plants I made a great discovery. The small saucers of beer I have been putting in my beds to organically kill the snails has merely been an invitation to hold one rave after another. Wondering why you don't have many snails in your yard? They are all here mating like rabbits. It was not just one snail here and there, it was the snail version of Manhattan. Millions of snails on one small piece of land. I even found them in one of my rose bushes - which I find very odd. So I broke down and purchased chemical snail bait - and (here is how disturbingly co-dependent I am) actually felt sorry for them when I saw a couple of them cross the dreaded black like and foam up and die. The idea of drowning in beer seemed not so bad - since how much alcohol would it take for a snail to be completely drunk? Then they won't notice they are dying - right?

The other problem I was having was equipment failure. My gardening shears and my large shovel both seemed to have disappeared - so I was pruning my bushes and perennials with loppers about three feet long and trying to dig up rose bush roots with a small little trowel. I felt as comical as I am sure I looked- and will just have to break down and purchase some new tools. I think in the past few years I have purchased 4 or 5 sets of gardening shears. Where do they go? Are they with all the missing socks? And the rate at which I lose them seems to directly correlate to the amount of money I spent on the shears. More expensive? They will disappear by weeks end. But possibly, come fall my yard will be looking spectacular...unless the snails stage a revolt.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Wow - I can't believe it's been a month!

I have been awful about posting lately - so here I am a month since my last post. A few random moments from the last month:

1. At Smiths an elderly woman (late 70s at least) was doing little can-can kicks as she pushed her grocery cart. She then proceeded to plop down on a nearby bench and do scissor kicks. I should have joined in...

2. My friend Stephanie proclaimed her son was going through the ukulele phase; as if this were a typical child development phase such as "the terrible twos".

3. My friend Cathy and I pulled into a parking lot, looked over at the car parked next to us where a man in a business suit was playing the recorder. Have you ever seen anyone over the age of 10 playing the recorder? It was fabulous.

4. At the end of my 2 year old parent/child class all the children ran up and started kissing me on the lips! Bob should be so jealous...

I had taken a long break from therapy, but I am back at it. I realized, thanks to the book Healing the Child Within, I just reached the beginning phase of true change and stopped - that is not a great stopping place. I am learning to find things that I truly enjoy doing. I know that sounds strange - but Steve (my therapist) is always talking about "living an authentic life," being my "true self" (don't you wish I was telling you this in person? look at all the air quotes I could be making) and I realized I have no concept what that means. So, I am rediscovering and discovering for the first time what activities energize me, help me feel creative and fulfilled. At those times it is my authentic self coming through. What are some of your energizing, creative moments? You may be surprised what it is - I reorganized my pantry last week and I still get excited looking in there. I have started to sewing again - I enjoy some sewing projects more than others and find that having to follow a pattern makes me a little grumpy. I also love watching "The Closer," but somehow I don't think that is what Steve had in mind....