Well, I’d like to think that let loose my mind more than I lose it, but gardening is definitely one of the things I do for my soul. Both the actual gardening and the feasting upon the produce that I’ve taken from seed to table does help settle my soul at least a little.
It’s that time of year again up where I’m at – and well past the first part of the planting season for those in the more blessed, Southern regions. So, it’s time to get in shape and again with the original full-body workout. 😆
And yeah, this year my Spring Exercise Regimen is going to extreme. Having moved from NYC where I had a small front court and a contextually large rear court to Jersey City, where I have a small front court – with goodly sized in-built planters 🙂 – and a big-ass backyard, my gardening is no longer constrained to just containers…
Oh yeah, sounds like mine. And mine aren’t even planted yet at my new place. But they sure as Hell started coming up in their bags, only to get pounded by snowstorms that have been rolling through. Stupid daffodils, got fooled again.
Despite being handed a book deal on the topic, the First Lady is, in this singular instance, honest enough to acknowledge that she doesn’t possess a green thumb and her rather high profile garden in the White House’s South Lawn hasn’t been a spectacular success.
Sadly for America, her husband is no better and definitely doesn’t have a green thumb either.
Obama’s Growing Problem
That’s not to say he has a black thumb, meaning that he kills all he tries to grow. He’s been quite effective at growing one thing, the National Debt. I’d guess you’d say that the boy’s got a “red thumb.” All that he can grow is debt and outlay. 😉