Me?? Are you sure I'm up for this?

Of all people that i know, I was supposed to be the least domesticated.

I was never marrying.

I certainly was never going to have children.

And I was NEVER going to have a hobby, such as gardening. Ew. Gardening?? Like what my mother in law does? LIke play in the dirt with bugs... on purpose?

Yet, here I am, daydreaming about how I can get my Elizabeth Magnolia to bloom this year, and worrying that I might have fertilized the sweet potatoes too early.

I find myself eyeing up landscape as I drive the kids to school and scribbling down where I want to plant my carrots and broccoli in my new garden (in between phone calls at works of course- and yes, I have it planned out to the very inch on where all of the seeds need to go.)

To some, I guess its a sad fate and I find myself apologizing for tormenting my friend with crazy emails about what vegetables she eats, so that I have more things to grow next year. (and we have settled on sweet potatoes and garlic, for midnight lawn decorating)

But all in all, I find that it gives me some peace in my all but insane asylum life. I find that I purposely walk by the Gardenias that bloom by the hundreds, just to smell that sweet scene that they put in the air. I find it relaxing to see the beautiful hydrangeas bloom. I laugh at my Hosta's that put out the "aliens". I get all jittery and excited to go outside when I get home to see how red my tomatoes got today. And I find that I want to pass it along to my children because I want them to find that peace too. I want them to look at their fingers on Monday, with just a little hidden dirt under their nails, knowing that they had a good weekend.

So when you feel like you need a break from rational life, come visit my irrational world... a world where its exciting to find 10000 carrots on sale.

And maybe you'll realize that it's all not as bad as you think... at least your not a gardener.