Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Gardening Like a Guy

Here is just a small part of my garden in the beginning of July and here is the story of how I attempt to manage my plants. The story is sad but true. I find happiness in using power tools. Not everyone appreciates my joy. Read on.



                                                                                                         

Mr. G doesn't like me to use the perfectly wonderful electric hedge clippers, I can't understand why. In my mind power tools are really designed for women. The machine does the work robust and vigorously and the woman just holds and utilizes the tool. Easy peasy. So when I got my electric hedge clippers I set to work giving all my plants that needed it a hair cut. I was having a glorious time buzzing around the garden, lopping off drooping flowers, trimming bushes to within an inch of their life when, oops, the darn thing quit on me. Seems in my enthusiasm I had cut through the cord. Well, I figure, accidents happen so I went into the shop and retrieved another extension cord. This time I made it almost half way around the house when I looped the cord over a branch to get it out of my way started trimming the bush and oops forgot that cord and... Undaunted, I went to get another extension cord when a very annoyed Mr. G interrupted my progress. He was so exasperated he shook his head and sputtered, "what are you doing?" I thought it was obvious that I was trimming a few plants, I said, "sorry about that cord, and the other one, but I'm almost finished!" He was not impressed and said, "I can't afford to lose another extension cord" Meany.

So I switched to the weed eater. I am less dangerous with that machine because I can only stand the noise for about fifteen minutes but I must confess while I am weed eating that I  feel like Signorney Weaver in 'Aliens' just older, shorter, blonder, chubbier and less glamorous, otherwise we're twins. Signorney and I know that when you wield a power tool, you are gardening a like a guy--- only tougher.

The beauty of my semi efforts