Excitement Over First Real Garden Wanes
After hailstorm destroys and clean-up continues
So, this morning my husband and I spent quite a while trying to clean up and salvage The Mess Formerly Known As Our Garden.
We’ve spent the better part of ten days dealing with the aftermath of a freak hailstorm that ruined our roof, siding, garage door, and gutters. Our insurance company has cut us a preliminary check and the contractors will come back on Tuesday with their detailed bid in hand. Everyone who’s examined our property so far just offers apologies when they see our pathetic veggies, though.
Anything that can be done to save them now, must be done by us.
At the beginning of the gardening adventure, we agreed that we’d each wear the same crummy outfit and pair of lousy shoes each time we went out to face the elements. (Read: mud.) I told my hubby that I wouldn’t even bother trying to keep these items of apparel clean, since they’d be getting filthy the next day again anyway.
“Just drape your gardening clothes over this basket and you’ll know right where to come tomorrow,” I said.
“Sounds like a plan.”
This morning, we’d been working for 30 minutes before I finally looked up to see him wearing a pale pair of pants I’ve seen him wear to church rather recently. I could not believe how he’d violated our pact to only ruin one set of clothes each! The nerve!
All my flowery, idealistic Mother Earth garden talk from months ago suddenly boiled down to a few terse syllables.
“Those aren’t your garden pants.”
“Oh? And those are your garden jammies?”
With the hailstone ice finally broken by peals of laughter, I imagine we’ll survive the rest of our first year of gardening just fine.
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