I admit it; I’m lazy. Not all the time, not even most of the time, but when I am lazy, I am completely devoted to it. No half way for this girl, nope, I am all out lazy when I’m lazy. So it should come as no surprise to you that when I hit a slump in the garden, and the heat and humidity made it so much easier to be oh so lazy, the garden marched right along without me. It didn’t care that I didn’t want to do anything; it kept producing and growing like I don’t even matter. Selfish. When I did finally drag my butt back out there, I knew we would be working extra hard to catch up. And that’s the thing: the garden really doesn’t care if I don’t feel like it. It doesn’t care if it’s hot and humid and I just don’t wanna, can’t make me. It grows, and produces and does it’s thing. Which is a blessing and a curse all at the same time. The grass had invaded. The tomatoes were making their way across the garden as well, vining here and there. They didn’t pay attention to the row markers and flags we put up. The green beans got lost in some grass at one end. So we spent some time cleaning up the rows and picking tomatoes and beans. And okra. So much okra. I’m going to say something that might sound horrible, but I don’t care; okra is a weed. It is a sticky, prickly, shades out all the other plants and takes over the world weed. I’m learning to like okra, so one day when I just can’t live without it, I will be more appreciative of it’s character flaws. Until that day, it is a blasted weed.
I also don’t really like grass. Sure grass is fine, but I don’t much enjoy a lawn. It’s so much work! And for what? Nothing productive that I can tell. Let me put it this way: if for some reason we moved to a house in a neighborhood, we would be those people that plow under their entire yard to grow food. You know, the people you see on Facebook whose neighbors are calling the neighborhood association and complaining about their tomato and squash yard. Seriously, what is the purpose of grass? You mow it, it grows back, you mow it, it grows back again, and so on and so forth until the end of time. This also means that the lawn mower has to be gassed up, serviced, etc. More work. Just so we can mow the grass that will grow back. Redundant work for what seems to me to be a useless feature. Which is probably why our yard strongly resembles a jungle most of the time. It’s not that we don’t mow, we just don’t mow as much as other people. I’m trying to plant as many bushes and trees in the yard so I don’t have to mow. And plants that produce food; so they are pretty, take up space that would otherwise be grass and they give me fruit. Win-win
One thing I can say about being lazy is that it is really ok to just go out and decide, meh I will do it later. Right now I just want to sit on my butt and read a book. Or catch up on a TV show. Or whatever. When we do finally get geared back up, we will be working a lot in that garden, so it all evens out in the end.