confessions

i just love this sign.

there are things i don’t like or do that i feel somewhat guilty about. last night while perusing my brassicas for cabbage loopers i thought of the level of guilt i find in pleasures that aren’t that pleasurable for all involved . . . and so a short list of confessions came to mind so i can cleanse my soiled gardeners soul.

i like squishing cabbage loopers or better yet watching my chickens devour them.

cutting a slug in half and watching the two ends ooze squishy grey goo brings joy to my heart and a little song of “die, sluggy, die” to the voice inside my head.

watching robins play tug-o-war with a worm in moist soil brings never-ending entertainment value . . . pull, rest, pull, rest, pull, pull, pull, yank, tug, fly away with limp worm in beak.

hearing the crunch of snail shells makes me giddy.

feeling the “pop!” of aphids under my fingers and finding the residual exoskeletons on the rose bushes assures justness in my little world.

watching a living plant wither and die in the sun, it’s root exposed to air and light, so it doesn’t invade and choke out the things i purposely planted and will eat, brings a happy little sigh to the lips.

sending my dog after the neighbor’s cats and the chaos that follows provides such pure satisfaction that cleaning out the garden beds of cat POOP almost makes it worth it. Almost.

witnessing the battle royale of hummingbirds as they knock, jab, poke, scream at, and otherwise are CRUEL to one another to get to the human-made nectar makes for a pleasant evening’s entertainment on the porch.

and so it is with great solace that i confess these transgressions and wander off now to absolve my sins in beds of weeding, soaker hose dragging, and garden path maintaining.

~ by urbanfarmschool on June 1, 2009.