I’ve been spending too much time working…again. I know this because the other day I walked around my yard and found that it is now overrun with weeds. This is the same garden I spent days planting the annuals and perennials, meticulously digging new beds, cleaning out old beds and even spent a few hours putting together a wheel barrel ( my husband was out of town so I couldn’t get him to put the darn thing together) so that I could haul all the different dirts, mulches and mixes around. This same garden has in the past 2 weeks turned into a wild jungle full of prickly weeds, insatiable slugs and spotty grass. There are strange vines actually growing in my grass now. It’s all pointing to one thing…I have neglected my garden, my place closest to tranquility in favor of work. Sitting in front of a computer, by a phone and fax, dealing with numbers and orders. I know for a fact that when I die I will most surely think that I should have spent more time in my garden.
