Tastes Like Irony

  When people said gardening was hard work..I internally rolled my eyes. I assumed gardeners were just a bunch of green thumbs feeling unappreciated for growing their' own food and flowers instead of buying it.My thinking was something like "Good for you gardeners,now get a REAL job...."
I had plenty of flowers and vegetables that I grew in pots on my apartment patio!I never had any weeds or slugs these "gardeners" complained about? I assumed it was because they were neglectful and didn't mind to their flowers as often as I did. Yes my "garden" was smaller but how different could a "real garden" be? I mean really?!

Fast forward 2 years-
I FINALLY live in a house!
I have a yard with flower beds and a garden!
And if I may say so myself..it looks pretty awesome!
BUT...
The battle never ends.
The slugs.

The bugs.

The weeds.
Too much rain.
Too much sun.

Gardening isn't for wimps.
It's HARD WORK!!!
 My neighbors had to question my mental stability as I scurried around my yard until 2pm today in the Nike pants and t-shirt from last night,my hair in a frizzed out ponytail and remnants of glitter from yesterdays makeup sparkling down my face.I was a weed killing,yard organizing,flower tending machine!I lost track of time and before I knew it Vern pulled in the drive way from work. I hadn't even showered! I was covered in dirt and sweat..gross ;p
 Funny thing is..I was smiling ear to ear! Our yard looks so great that suddenly I didn't care how filthy I was.I was proud of our flowers and garden...and I couldn't wait to tell him about all the "hard" work I had done.
 So the slice of humble pie I eat tonight tastes like irony,( I think it's a popular favorite)
because I realized that I'm the "gardener" I used to mock.
:)