OH, MY BLISTERED FINGERS!

Have I mentioned I'm from the suburbs? This doesn't mean that I'm anti-nature or anything. I like to look at nature. Sometimes I even like to sit outside and surround myself with nature. But, I'm not a big fan of actually getting nature on me. That, coupled with the fact that gardening is a near-impossible task with two very "helpful" toddlers uprooting corn stalks and eating peppermint leaves that are covered in dirt and bugs, has made for quite the weedy garden.

So, I took advantage of Big Daddy's twin being here today, and I left the cherubs in the house to go weed. I get most of my gardening advice from Plantea, and that wonderful website told me that the most efficient and effective weeding strategy is to slowly pull all weeds out by hand. This means that the dormant weeds underground aren't brought to the surface of the soil to sprout, and it also means that my fingers are covered in blisters and poo-dirt.

Eventually, the cherubs noticed that I wasn't in the house, and they wandered out in search of me. My cherubs are not suburban chicks, so they have no objection to coating themselves in nature from head to foot, and ingesting handfuls of nature (such as dirt, sweet basil leaves, peppermint leaves, and onion grass). It's too bad I didn't have my camera handy when Cakes was enthusiastically licking poo-dirt off of the handheld rake thingy (no idea what it's called, but you probably can figure out what I'm talking about).

So, here I sit, with nature under my fingernails, blisters on my fingers, and a semi-weedy garden.