is for Gardening.
I like having a garden.
I like thinking about gardening. I picture myself in cute cut-off shorts and a wide-brimmed hat, lovingly trimming plants and plucking off yellow leaves. I look very cute in my head when I'm gardening.
I love the idea of cutting flowers from the garden to decorate the house.
Confession: I didn't actually grow these. But I did snip off the ends and put them in a vase.
I especially like to imagine myself cooking an entire meal from plants that I grew myself.
When I'm done imaginary gardening, I sip a glass of (freshly squeezed) imaginary lemonade and survey my green, lush kingdom.
Imaginary gardening is all so effortless. I love being an imaginary gardener.
In reality, though, I'm not so good at the whole "work on it every day and keep it free of weeds" thing. In my last house, the thistles towered over me like enchanted things. I honestly think that little kids hid behind the trees to watch my house and dare each other to knock on the door.
I've asked JP to build me a raised garden this summer. I picture a perimetre of raised beds around stone slats, with a bistro set in the middle. Mostly, I picture myself sitting at the bistro table, sipping a glass of fresh iced tea with frozen berries bobbing in it.
Do thistles grow in flower boxes?
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