I think this whole "buying a house in a respectable suburb" thing has aged me - quickly. I've gone from being a woman who still found time to tweeze her brows and maybe bought some lipgloss now and then to a woman who spends her days wearing a hat and canvas gloves and uses valuable Amazon giftcards to buy gardening books.
Yes, gardening books.
These days, I worry about the state of my trees more than my wardrobe.
Do you want to know what I did last weekend? I was weeding, and it was awesome. Pulling those suckers out is really satisfying.
I know how sad that sounds. I've gone from 30 to 67 in two months flat.
Funny thing is, I have NO IDEA how to garden. All the plants that looked so pretty when we bought the house are starting to look downright sad. Our lawn is mostly beige. But I still go for walks with the kids and I can't help but notice how nice the neighbor's gardens are and before long I have to turn around and go back home because I covet their hydrangeas and their climbing roses and I want to pull more weeds so that I can plant something pretty when planting season begins.
Not that I know when that is.
Tomorrow an arborist is coming. Did you know that arborists make house calls? I sure didn't. Wonder what he will have to say about what is growing around our house. I suspect it's mostly weeds.
