“Because I’m an old Southern woman and we’re supposed to wear
funny looking hats and ugly clothes and grow vegetables in the dirt.
Don’t ask me those questions. I don’t know why, I don’t make the rules!”
Ouiser Boudreaux in “Steel Magnolias”
Yesterday I wrapped up a 2-day weeding job. The tomato garden had been turning into the finest grass patch you’ve ever seen. Whereas that area of the yard had struggled to remain green in the past, once the soil was tilled and loved on, you’d have thought we’d sown shiny new seeds. Seriously – the grass was going for it. So it took me several hours to dig out the unwanted (but pretty) grass. Right now the area looks like beautiful dirt.
I wore my giant gardening hat and long sleeves, but I swear, I think I may have gotten burned through my t-shirt. But that wasn’t too big a deal. I was pretty wiped out though, and that threw me for a loop. Thank goodness for Gatorade.
I know that in a few days the tomato garden will once again be looking more like a lawn than a veggie plot, but that’s the way it goes. Gardening isn’t a choice for some of us. We simply must dig in the dirt. And dig I do.