Journal-The Garden Gave Me Blisters

brown and green sock on gray wooden surface

By Christina

This is the Saturday before Mother’s Day and I’m tired. Beat down and bruised. My muscles hurt, and not just from working in the Garden. I’ve also returned to the world of working out. I gave it up for a while because I just couldn’t get myself off the couch. Now, while I am not particularly happy about feeling as though I’ve pushed a big truck into a tiny hole, I am happy at the progress I’ve made in my garden. 

I’ve dug holes and screamed at the world’s longest and fattest worm that wigged quicker than a cat leaping at a string into the ground.

It was gross, and I fell on my bottom screaming.

I’ve used branches as climbing poles for my climbing tomatoes and cucumbers. I’ve planted flowers, dill, and other herbs.

me, the garden

 I’ve waited patiently. 

I’ve almost cried a few times when it rained for an extraordinary amount of time leaving some of the flowers almost to the point of drowning.  (and my grass growing like it’s on steroids.)

I’ve even tried giving them flower CPR, and it was difficult to see the leaves fall off, the flowers wilted away and the world laughed at me. 

I’ve then made friends with my elderly neighbor who seems to get a kick out of me losing my mind over bugs and other things that are lurking in the ground. 

I found a gopher in my grass, the whole initial made me think it was a snake until I saw the sucker looking around curiously at the noise I was making with my weed eater. 

Ah, the world of working in the garden. 

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    By the way, I seem to be super stylish. With a wide-brimmed hat, long-sleeve workout shirt that breathes, hiking pants that can handle thorns and other things, knee-high socks, and UGG-like garden boots.

    Oh, and a sweet thin scarf around my neck to cover whatever exposed skin I have so there is no chance of tanning or having beads of sweat sliding down my skin freaking me out because I confuse it for a bug crawling all over me.

    I know it sounds like a delight. 

     

    But that is the garden process so far, and surprisingly I’m enjoying the blisters. And (gasp) even getting dirty.

    xoxo

    Christina

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    I’m the coffee-addicted creative behind Christina Q. Writes. As a full-time writer and lover of history, I share insights into my crazy wonderful life.  Christina Q. Writes is where I share tips and advice to help you live simply and in the moment, and do it your way. Don’t be afraid to laugh at my mistakes!