Every time I think of gardening and the out of doors, I dream of having my fingers in rich soil, walking barefoot on lush green grass, and picking flowers. I love the idea of having neatly trimmed boxwoods lining walkways, fresh herbs five paces away from the kitchen and tomatoes straight from the vine.
Sadly, every time I actually go outside to do a little work, I sneeze, I itch, I get scratched, I inevitably touch a snail and then have that gross slime that takes so long to wash off on my skin. This year, less than 1/5 of our tomatoes actually got ripe - something that NEVER happens, and we have more zucchini than anyone would know what to do with. I hate to do gardening and landscaping.
So, what have we been doing all week? Why, gardening of course. We have ripped out long hated plants -- juniper bush, I'm talking to you. And have cleared places and dug holes for new things to bloom. And all of that looks like this: