Thursday, October 2, 2008

Thank You

I would like to thank all the bloggers out there that I visit on a daily basis and those that visit me. Those of you who gave me the inspiration to finally get out there and clean up my flower beds. With your work ethics and sense of pride in your gardens, you finally forced me to work in mine. Mostly out of guilt. Okay…totally out of guilt.

So today I went out there armed to the teeth to do a good job. With pruners, gloves, knee mats, rakes, hoes, trash bags, trowels, and shovels I stood there and surveyed the site. Geeeze, this is going to be a huge job, and it would be a lot easier if I had someone to help me. Looking around I see that the 2 neighbors who were outside just moments ago, have now conveniently disappeared (I’m not saying that they’re now hiding inside, but I’m pretty sure that window shade was up before) There is now no one in sight that I might rope into giving me a hand, and I resign myself to the fact that it is just me, all alone in that tangled mess, no one caring if I’m in over my head,
sob, sob.

So where do I start? At the beginning I guess, and so I did. Starting right at my feet I began to move slowly forward. Pulling, pushing, muttering some bad words, cutting, digging, cussing, tying, raking, outright swearing, kneeling, standing and kicking. That’s kicking myself for not keeping up with this mess all along so I wouldn’t be in this situation now. Oh oh, be careful in this corner because one year something here caused me to break out in hives (never figured out what), make sure you pull these that are hiding under here and over there and don’t try to pretend that’s a plant because you know it isn’t so dig it out!!

Finally after too many hours I looked upon a clean and neat flower bed. Do I feel a sense of pride, of accomplishment, a good feeling of a job well done? NO. I feel cold, exhausted, sore and cranky. And this was only one flower bed. One out of four. SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!

So thank you people. Thank you for the sore arms, back, knees and hands. Thank you for the dirty, torn fingernails and the dirty, torn jeans (the mats and gloves got discarded somewhere along the way). Thank you for the sneezing, runny nose and itchy eyes. And since sore muscles always feel worse the next day, thank you for tomorrow. When I’m moaning and groaning as I try to get out of bed you can bet I’ll be thinking of you. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.


Dog_geek said...

Hee hee... don't mention it!

Far Side of Fifty said...

Hey a Gardener has to do what she has to do! Wave your magic wand around a little more and maybe the Garden Fairies will come to help. Well one is a start..a beginning..but those flowers are worth it!! Mulch more...mulch is your friend. Oh and you are very welcome!:)

Susie said...

Oh flydragon you are more than welcome!! Don't you just hate that guilt thing???!!!

Anonymous said...

Hey if you would have played your cards right I would have been there in a min. All you had to do was e-mailed me and I would have grabbed my hoe and shovel. I've been picking mushrooms out of my lawn. Not only the mushrooms but half the grass comes up with them. Middle sis

Anonymous said...

If you just packed your trash and came and visited, you would not see all that crap until the spring thaw! How is that for motivation.

Fla Brat

Muddy Boot Dreams said...

Oh, a widdle sore, are we? The Ouchy wochys will go away soon.

At least a good chunk of it is now done. Thanks for the hillarious comment! I needed a good laugh.

flydragon said...

That sounds like a little snickering going on over there.

far side,
I tried the magic wand and the dragon fire, but no little fairies showed up to help.

The guilt thing is definitely gone now even though I didn't finish the rest of them.

Now you tell me.

fla brat,
If you would pack your trash and come visit we could both be out there taking care of that mess. And since there will be no freezing this year, there will be no spring thaw.

I guess that sweetie weetie talk doesn't work on dragons. Instead of purring, I'm growling this morning.

Roses and Lilacs said...

Misery loves company. I'm full of holes (where I pulled out huge thorns) covered in scratches, knees don't work anymore, and I broke my favorite rake. I want everyone to feel just a bad as I do;)

flydragon said...

Misery Marnie,
You wanted company?? Well you got it.

raccoonlover1963 said...

You sound as bad as me. I still have to go out to my grandfather's and pull all the dead plants out and pile them up for him to take to my cousin's for his cows. I was horrible about maintaining the garden this year. It was all I could do to find the vegetables under all the weeds that had taken over. If my husband would have seen that I let it go a second time after he had tilled it up, he would have torn me a new one!

Anonymous said...

Ok, you asked for it. Just for that, hubby (aka Richard Cranium--nicknamed by your ex)and I will visit before the end of this month. Be prepared! Be very afraid!

Fla Brat

flydragon said...

I'm so glad I'm not the only one. I was beginning to think I was all by myself on this. Don't worry, I won't tell your husband.

flydragon said...

fla brat,
Not sure what you're talking about but that's nothing new.

beckie said...

You are so very welcome! Blogging friends are always so willing to help. And since a lot of us are mothers, we have the guilt thing down pat. :)

flydragon said...

Next time I'm just going to ignore all of you. No more guilty feelings for me!! Ha!

Anonymous said...

All I've got to say is --- talk's cheap. Next time don't listen:-)!!!!

I never knew that guilt worked on you. I'll have to try that:-)

flydragon said...

Don't bother trying, it's not gonna work anymore :)

Not Very Anonymous Mom said...

i'm not feeling guilty... it sure wasn't me! i haven't pulled a week in over a month!

flydragon said...

If you're looking for some weeds to pull you know where to come.