My husband loves to work in the yard. He’ll go out in the morning and stay out there all day long. I don’t understand how he finds so much to do.
I can’t find anything to do out there, at least not work-wise. I could stay out there all day and watch baby birds. Or if I were at the beach, I’d definitely find a way to stay outside all day. But yard work? No. Besides, getting dirty is not one of my favorite things.
But the other day, something came over me. I stayed outside all day and did yard work. (I can’t imagine what happened; I think I went temporarily mad.)
I trimmed some tree branches. I tidied up the moss garden. I deadheaded flowers, planted flowers, moved flowers, and watered the flowers.
At one point, my husband walked by and cheerfully said, “See. You can be the Neaten Up Girl out here.”
“But I don’t want to be the, Neaten Up Girl.” I replied.
“I want to be at the beach. Right now, people are at the beach finding seashells and all I’m finding are bugs.”
“Do you want to come and help me plant the peppers and tomatoes?” He asked.
I didn’t, but I do like eating the peppers and tomatoes. Only, in my opinion, we have too many tomato plants. We had three last year, that was enough. Now, we have all these little tomato plants popping up between the big ones. We have a googol of them.
No, not a GOOGLE. A googol, the biggest number with a name. It’s the number one followed by 100 zeros. I’m sure that’s how many tomato and pepper plants we had to plant or transplant. OK, maybe it wasn’t that many, but it sure looked like it.
I needed a distraction and the phone wasn’t ringing. Luckily, there in the dirt, I spotted a teeny snail trying to traverse a flower petal.
“Look! A snail,” I squealed.
I rarely see a snail in motion, actually doing something. I figured if I watched that snail long enough, I’d look up, and the whole garden would be planted. Didn’t happen. So, I helped.
My husband tries to convince me that working outside is exercise. After a day of working outside, he weighed like 3 pounds less. All I did was gain 4 ounces and get bit by something. Now, what’s wrong with that picture?
Karen Tomas is a resident of Fort Mill. Email her at email@example.com.