This morning as I was walking Dog, I passed by that house.
You know which one I mean, right? There’s one in your neighborhood too. It’s the one with the perfect yard.
The grass is perfectly green, the bushes are perfectly shaped, the flowers look like they were planted with a ruler and level.
Walking by such a yard used to fill me with envy and shame, for I knew I had no chance of joining their anal-retentive ranks. Frankly, I was too dang lazy.
Since then, I’ve come to realize there are lessons to be learned by lazy gardeners. Highly important lessons. Lessons that can change lives!
Okay, I can tell you’re skeptical, so here are three such lessons from my own yard.
Continue reading “In Defense of Lazy Gardening”
As much as I like getting my hands dirty, you’d think I’d be a better gardener than I am. It’s not that I’m bad at it, per se. It’s more like I’m, well, hopelessly lazy. And I think the plants are catching on.
The last time I drove home from the nursery, I swear I heard whimpering from the seedlings in the backseat.
But sometimes I get lucky. Case in point: when I chose to plant a Lady Banks Rose.
I’ve tried growing roses before — oh, the wilted leaves and dead canes at my feet. It would shock you. But this girl just keeps growing and growing, despite my neglect. Sometimes I think to water her, but most of the time she’s on her own. And most of the time, she grows up the side of our house with her drab, grayish green leaves, hardly noticeable to anyone. Passed over for a dance, every time.
But then March comes, and the Lady puts all the other plants to shame:
It just goes to show, sometimes the wallflower is the most interesting girl in the room. 🙂