You Know You’re Obsessed with Gardening When…
- You know the difference between mulch, compost, composted manure, fertilizer, peat, and dirt.
- Your neighbors recognize you in your pajamas and clogs from doing early morning watering.
- You take every single person who enters your house on a “garden tour”.
- You had to buy a special brush to clean under your fingernails at the beginning of the work week.
- People describe you as granola, earthy, and bohemian.
- You’ll spend a whole day canning in a 100 degree kitchen.
- People call you to see if they can come over to get some green onions instead of going to the store.
- You can fill an 18 gallon bin with mulch in under a minute.
- You bribe people to help you with tasks by promising them vegetables.
- Neighbors stop by to ask you questions, even when you’ve never met them before.
- You plan on buying a fuel-efficient SUV for your next vehicle so you can haul more mulch.
- You’ll drive 4 hours just to pick up composted manure.
- Your sisters come to you for plants instead of going to the store.
- You find yourself feeling leaves, flowers and trunks of trees wherever you go.
- When considering your budget, plants are more important than groceries.
- You always carry a pitchfork or shovel, gardening gloves, and bags in the trunk as emergency tools.
- You have a typed map of your gardens, including a desire list.
- You know what it feels like when your fingernails hurt from digging too much with your hands.
- You don’t understand why people have to lay around to get a tan.
- You’ll get up early to water the garden, but not to meet your friends for breakfast.
- You spend more time chopping your kitchen greens for the compost pile than for cooking.
- You know when official planting day is for your area & you know how to decide when it can be earlier.
- You can identify plants by their leaves or sprouts and quiz yourself on each plant when going for walks.
- You own a pitchfork, even though you live in the city.
- You rejoice in rain… even after 10 straight days of it.
- You take pride in how bad your hands look.
- You do laundry only when you need fresh gardening clothes.
- You have your relatives bring plants when they come to visit.
- You have a decorative compost container on your kitchen counter.
- You can give away plants easily, but compost is another thing.
- You drive around on recycling day to gather discarded newspapers for placing under mulch.
- When you go to the farmer’s market, you stay an extra hour to answer strangers’ questions by the seedlings.
- You’d rather go to a plant nursery than a clothes store.
- Your neighbor kids know how to put their food remnants in your compost bin.
- You ask for gardening tools for Christmas, your birthday and any other occasion you can think of.
- You can’t bear to thin seedlings and throw them away. You say they just want to live!
- You’re trying to revive the canning movement.
- You know how many gallons of mulch your car will hold.
- You can get to the compost site from memory, but still get lost on your way to your sister’s house.
- Your take pictures of your garden every week so in the winter you can plan which plants to add at what times.
- You know what zone you live in.
- You exclaim out loud when you find a new plant left on your deck for you by a neighbor.
- Your non-gardening sisters start rolling their eyes as soon as you start talking about your day.
- You start a blog because facebook’s status updates don’t allow enough words to explain your excitement!
- You make a really REALLY long list about knowing when you’re obsessed with gardening
I’ll probably think of a whole bunch more, too!
It gave me a good laugh for the day
Thanks! I can hear all the excitement in your voice! Someday I’ll have my own garden but I don’t think my list will be that long!
This has me smiling from ear to ear. I am glad you are obsessed with gardening. You are funny and cute.
So true, so ridiculously true.
I love it! sent it to my stepmother who will love it too!
Passion is a fabulous trait! You help me understand some of my own obsessions when you blog:) We can sleep when we’re old…
I need some beets but don’t worry, I have my own key. Love you!