Overgrown and unsupervised,
Mr. Charles Darwin they all know.
'Cos I rarely weed, or clean or plant
I don't even have to sow.
I've got work to do, plants must be stubborn to survive
'Cos more deadlines come when others go.
Ok, I totally lost the meter there, but you get the idea. We've got a small-average size house on 3/4 of an acre of land surrounded by woods. I have a few beds I do at least keep an eye on.
My Fairy Garden
The Falling Steps
The Secret Stairway
Currently, only the Fairy Garden is weeded/cleaned. That's where most of my herbs grow: mint, sage, lavender. And it has a little angel. Oh, and it's pretty small. The Falling Steps are smaller, but I don't know what all everything is.
My excuse about The Roses is that there is a big table in my way. And that pretty wine-red one is probably a bush older than me, so I just let her do her thing. Scott finally got me trellises a few years back.
The Secret Stairway is cool, but there's this funky plant that sorta-kinda looks like Queen Anne's Lace but isn't that always overgrows it faster than anything. (Even worse than mint!)
Gardening gets done under these conditions: It's nice out (not too hot, not too cold), Scott is doing something outside with me, and/or I've done so much desk work that I need physical labor to balance my energy. (AKA - I just need to KILL THINGS and weeds are a perfectly acceptable subject of my violent tendencies.)
Since I have a horse and, therefore, a positive outlet for physical energy, Saturday, mid-June, was the first time since about April or so that my gardens have received any energy beyond the passing thought of "Yeah, I oughta do that… ooh - shiny deadline!"
Gardening is good for the soul and generally leads to other creative endeavors: A crapload of mint? Mojitos, tabouleh (with mint), curry lamb meatballs (with mint), and mint chutney (which, for reference, uses way more mint than pesto uses basil). If not cooking, I make flower arrangements and put them all over the house (usually to the annoyance of Scott because I forget he actually needs to see the television regularly.)
It's good to exercise my other creative tendencies. I didn't paint or draw in Myrtle Beach; I wrote… a lot. So, my mind needs other non-writing projects to balance out all I'm doing now. Which feels like it's going slow until I actually pile it all up.
I might do that for you for Writerly Wednesday. ;) Assuming I'm not fighting to meet another deadline.
Which I might be.
Yeah… with a few exceptions, my plants are in the hands of Darwin this year; if they live until next year, we can talk again.
Wish us luck!