That’s probably a grammatically incorrect title, starting it with the word “why.” Starting anything with the word “why.”
Or having truncated phrases with no correct subject-verb-object and treating them as sentences, for that matter. Gritting your teeth yet?
But I did want you to know why I garden.
It’s not like I need more things to do …
This is Petit Prince with his “april fish.” Poisson d’Avril is how the French do April Fool’s. Nothing complicated, just stick some fish on your friend’s back. It didn’t lessen his brother and sister’s enjoyment any that he had no idea why the fish were there or even that they were there.
He’s reading Young Lady’s dictionary, by the way. She asked Sir to give her sentences with words she didn’t know so she could look them up in her dictionary.
And she’s trying to grow her bangs out to look like Sleeping Beauty.
Smart and pretty.
Oh, but I digress. The reason I garden is for the kids, of course. I want them to be out there enjoying the sunshine and fresh air, surrounded by green things.
Can you see how mesmerized they are by it all?
Alas, I am mostly reduced to sending them outside as a form of punishment when their taunts have reached a fever pitch. They aren’t very tempted to go out on their own.
No, I garden for me. Because green things attracts birds and they sound so pretty when they chirp that I feel like Cinderella. No, seriously. I feel just like Cinderella, and that’s before she is whisked off by her prince to France or something.
And I garden because I would feel too guilty to let it go after the fruit-bearing paradise was handed down to us in mint condition by the previous owners.
And then there are the pretty reasons, the row of tulips and lavender growing side by side (even if the black tulips are too tall and the white tulips too short since I didn’t think to check their length when I bought the bulbs).
And there are the new things that will take shape and become as if the garden was never without them. See where we finally put one of the tulip magnolias?
But mostly I garden because I don’t know how to say no to bare earth. I don’t know how to say no to anything. Except, perhaps, sensible diet and exercise. (Why oh why did I eat all those cookies)?
Are you struck with this affliction?
I love to garden! THe only sad part of moving to Vermont after having lived in Pennsylvania for so long was that I had to leave my beloved gardens that were finally mature. Roses pouring over the front porch, clematis in the back and a HUGE rhubarb plant, Plus lots and lots more. Sigh. oh well, at least I have land and I can begin to cultivate it again.
I have never gardened in my life but for some reason, am dying to have a vegetable patch. Something about growing my own vegetables is strangely appealing. Alas, living in an apartment does not allow for a vegetable patch.
I had a post title started with Why and immediately after publishing it, thought, ah the grammar police will be after me!