Digging Myself into a Hole!

Andrea here, musing today on “green thumbs.” I do not have one. Don’t get me wrong, I love gardens. Being a visual person, I’m endlessly enchanted by the colors and textures of gardens (and the wonderful ancillary winged creatures that they attract.) There is something so organically beautiful about plants and their endlessly changing shapes and hues. I’m constantly stopping to take photos of gardens that catch my eye . . .

So, why aren’t I merrily scrabbling away in the soil, creating some idyllic oasis? After all, I like to think of myself as a creative person and a lover of Nature and the natural world. One would think that it should be a match made in heaven. But no. And I shall endeavor to explain.

Over the years, I’ve had a number of friends who extol the joys of gardening. And as they looked so blissfully happy on their hands and knees rooting around in the soil, pulling weeds, planting seedlings and bulbs for hours on end, I imagined that I, too, would fit right into the role of gardener.

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