There it is – I said it: I don’t garden. Never did. Don’t want to, don’t have time to, don’t want to make the time – until l I retire – maybe. I know gardening is the favorite past-time of baby boomers, but I’m just not that into it. I dreamed my house was surrounded by beautiful plants and flowers blooming all about, bordered by superbly arranged hedges brilliantly designed by a landscape architect (green, of course).
But the truth is, I’d rather do yoga, read a book, walk my dog, work on my novel, or plan a dinner party.
I wish my house had a vegetable garden with a variety of edible plants right outside my door. And I would love to walk outside swinging a basket in my arms to gather strawberries, blueberries, tomatoes, and watercress, but then again, I’d have to sow in order to reap. Last year, my dear friend and expert gardener Sadhvi, helped me grow various lettuces and herbs in potted plants for my deck. She educated me and set me up, and I’ll be darned if I didn’t have lettuce and herbs all summer long. But now, I can’t even get it together to do that. So, I went to the garden shop and bought colorful plants (don’t ask me what they are) and I will re-pot them and display them on my deck so I can sit and relax in the privacy of my home.
By the way, I must also confess that my yard needs a ton of work. I looked on the HGTV site to see if by chance I could nominate myself for an extreme outdoor makeover but couldn’t find that option on the website. I’m so desperate. If you know of a contest for outdoor landscaping, please let me know. You see, I live on a mountain, so I’ve convinced myself and everyone else that I don’t need any landscaping because I’m a firm believer in the school of “natural habitat.” In case you’re thinking, OMG, I’m so glad I don’t live next to her, you can’t see my house from the road. It’s down a big hill (the one my husband slipped on during the snow storm in January and broke his hip), and no one can see it.