I finished planting the garden today. The wind was so bad that it scattered tree debris all over the deck, the yard, the garden..everything. Nonetheless the plants needed to be planted so I forged ahead. Gnats were swarming my head and biting my neck and I was miserable. By the time I finished I had sand and tree debris in my hair, which was sticky because I used all natural bug repellent. It not only worked to repel bugs but I’m sure I was repellent in general. I don’t recall the last time I felt that disgusting. I’m not outdoorsy, I never do things like go camping, back to nature to me is a glass of ice tea on my back patio with a book.
Gardening is an act of love for me because I have to work against my own inclination to be clean and comfortable. I prefer the grocery store or to have UPS deliver cases of organic Amish Paste Tomatoes from someone else’s garden but I value the end result and appreciated having produce that lasted all winter, produce I grew, so I muck through the parts I don’t like so well.
When I came into the house I showered, dried my hair and slipped into cool comfortable sleep wear. Despite the late hour we had yet to have dinner but throwing burgers on the grill is easy and so is clean up. I considered getting dressed to use the grill but felt so blissfully clean and comfortable that I elected to cook in what I had on. The only household in the neighborhood who has or uses their outdoor living space is me, it was already getting dark and the neighbors had been indoors or gone all day. I was sure I could slip onto the deck unnoticed because the grill is right outside the door of the mud room.
I flipped the light to the mud room on and pulled open the door only to discover that the man in the house behind me had company and there was a group of men seated at a picnic table drinking beer at the edge of the property line. I was holding a plate of raw burgers wearing nothing but a very short Victoria Secret nightgown with a neckline that… It’s just an everyday lightweight knit with spaghetti straps but it fits in such a way that I always put on a light sweater if the boys are around..but they weren’t.
The men at the picnic table froze momentarily and so did I, I gave them an apologetic courtesy smile right before I closed the door!
Earlier this week I took a test on Facebook to determine which literary heroine I was most like. The test likened me to Bridget Jones which I found objectionable but when I returned to the house I realized that in some respects the test was probably more right than I cared to admit.