My driveway garden is weed free for the first time in fifteen years. I hate weeding, and do it in fits and starts, grudgingly, then I let the little weed piles dry up and get run over until they turn into dirt on the pavement. After a rain, when the roots pull out so nicely, I’ll persevere a little longer, but it hurts my back, my hamstrings ache, and I get irritated at all the broken off, rootless bits.
Last night I drank two glasses of wine with dinner, which is all it takes to…elevate me, shall we say. Happily anaesthetized, I impulsively headed out into the cool evening air and resumed my attack on a giant, 8-year-old weedbed, the kind that requires a shovel and lots of sifting. It was awesome! Pain, frustration, blackflies, all felt pleasantly irrelevant. I floated above it all.
In celebration I mulched today (sober), completing my COVID garden triumph.
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5/29/2020 11:16:54 am
Wow! Very nice. The question is...how long will it stay that way? Good luck. I just did the same thing to a raised bed neglected for a few years. It is now populated by tomatoes, eggplants, peppers and celery. The question is...how long will it stay that way?
5/31/2020 08:55:21 pm
Lol - yes, we’ll see. Could have been one big binge gardening effort. Best to save the current pictures for comfort later on
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.