Every time I step into my garden with full josh; gloves off, hair tied, mission in mind; I tell myself: “Today, I’m going to be super productive.”
Ha. Haaa.
Here’s how it actually goes:
I start by making a mental list of what to do and what not to do. (Keyword: mental, which means I’ll forget it in exactly 3 minutes and float freely like a butterfly with no sense of purpose.)
Then comes the eternal “to weed or not to weed” dilemma. Some weeds look kinda artsy with those little white/blue flowers. Should I let them be? Are they helping or hurting? Am I overthinking this? (Yes.)
Next up: the most intense decision of the day: which plant goes in which pot. Picture me standing there like a contestant on a gardening game show, analyzing sun angles and colour combinations as if my balcony is the Lalbagh Flower Show.
Suddenly…
“Oh look! That hibiscus has started budding! I knew it would bloom after the rain!”
“Oh wait, is that a weirdly shaped leaf? Should I Google it?”
“OMG that bug has shiny green wings over black—what a stunner! My daughter has to see this!”
“Eeek! An earthworm! Hello, good girl, let me gently tuck you back in.”
Pause.
“Wait… what was I doing again? Oh right, repotting. Where did I keep the digger and scissors?”
Hunts around…
“There it is! Oh no, it’s in that last pot across the garden. Let me just…OUCH! Stepped in wet soil. Now I have to wash my feet. Or maybe not. But I need a break. Tea will help.”
Walks on tiptoe to the bathroom, only to realize…
“My nails are packed with mud. Let me clean them too. Might as well wash my face. Oops… wet clothes. Let me change. Okay, now tea. Ahh, finally, peace.”
Sips tea. Feels like a queen. Then it hits—
“So, where did I leave off? Ah, mental notes. And what was on that list again?”
No idea.
All I see is a mess and a vague memory of purpose.
“Let me just make a fresh plan.”
And the cycle repeats.
This post is part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon.
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