A WEED GROWS IN QUEENS
Speaking of Springtime in Queens, for the two people that may actually care, I present the Weekly Gardening Report. Yes, you read that correctly. No, I'm not joking.
I swear, this isn't a joke. Look at my profile: you think "puttering around with dirt & weeds" was some sort of euphemism? I like gardening. So there.
Ok, so I spent large portions of the weekend doing just that -- digging weeds, laying down soil, digging holes. As May begins, Mike & Wife have a bunch of annuals, a few perennials, a little herb garden, and an overly ambitious vegetable garden taking shape. If one quarter of these things live, it'll be a rip-roaring success, believe me. Despite growing up in suburbia, the only gardening I did came on trips to MSG to watch the Rangers & Knicks. I didn't know a daffodil from an oak tree.
But since moving last year off that overpriced rock they call Manhattan, gardening has been one of the subtle pleasures I've come to appreciate. I like the whole process, I like the diligence required, and I like how it looks. I like working outside. And lemme tell you, the feeling of sipping a beer on our little back deck, basking in the setting sun, looking at the handiwork of a weekend's labors is priceless. It's relaxing and it's rewarding.
More of this in the weeks to come, including a progress report. Let the mocking begin! (I mean that -- if I don't see, let's say 3 or 4 derogatory remarks here, I'll know my friends aren't reading.)
I swear, this isn't a joke. Look at my profile: you think "puttering around with dirt & weeds" was some sort of euphemism? I like gardening. So there.
Ok, so I spent large portions of the weekend doing just that -- digging weeds, laying down soil, digging holes. As May begins, Mike & Wife have a bunch of annuals, a few perennials, a little herb garden, and an overly ambitious vegetable garden taking shape. If one quarter of these things live, it'll be a rip-roaring success, believe me. Despite growing up in suburbia, the only gardening I did came on trips to MSG to watch the Rangers & Knicks. I didn't know a daffodil from an oak tree.
But since moving last year off that overpriced rock they call Manhattan, gardening has been one of the subtle pleasures I've come to appreciate. I like the whole process, I like the diligence required, and I like how it looks. I like working outside. And lemme tell you, the feeling of sipping a beer on our little back deck, basking in the setting sun, looking at the handiwork of a weekend's labors is priceless. It's relaxing and it's rewarding.
More of this in the weeks to come, including a progress report. Let the mocking begin! (I mean that -- if I don't see, let's say 3 or 4 derogatory remarks here, I'll know my friends aren't reading.)
posted by Mike at 10:25 AM
3 Comments:
Good grief, you are such a PANSY! (no pun intended)
Applesaucer
There we go!
One down, how many more? 3, 4?
Good job, Mike. All you need to do to make the day complete is to chop wood, carry water. ;-) I don't rightly recall if I've ever planted a single plant in my life, even though Mom had a gorgeous flower garden every year. Good thing the SO grew up in a family where they grew a great deal of their own food--he says he'll teach me to garden when TSHTF.
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