‘You know you are addicted to gardening when…’

You know you are addicted to gardening when……

Your neighbors recognize you in your pajamas, rubber clogs and a cup of coffee. When you grab other people’s banana peels, coffee grounds, apple cores, ECT, for your compost pile,

You have to wash your hair to get you fingernails clean.

All your neighbors come to ask you gardening questions.

You know the temperature of your compost everyday.

You buy a bigger truck so you can haul more mulch.

You enjoy crushing Japanese beetles because you like the sound that it makes.

Everything you touch turns to “fertilizer.”

You find yourself feeling leaves, flower and trunks of trees wherever you go, even at funerals.

You dumpster- dive for discarded bulbs after commercial landscapers remove them to plant annuals.

You plan vacation trips around the locations of botanical gardens, arboreta, historic gardens, ECT.

You sneak home 7 foot Japanese maple and wonder if your spouse will notice.

When considering your budget, plants ate more important then groceries.

You always carry a shovel, bottled water and a plastic bag in your trunk as emergency tools.

You spend more time chopping your kitchen greens for compost then for cooking.

You like the smell of horse manure then Estee Lauder.

You enjoy rain…even after ten straight days of it. You take pride in how bad your hands look.

You give plants away easily, but compost is another thing.  Soil test actually means something.

You understand what IPM means and are happy about it.

You’d rather go to a nursery to shop then a clothes store.

You know Sevein is not a number.  You take every single person who enters your house on a “garden tour.”

You look at a child’s sandbox and see a raised bed.

You ask for tools for Christmas, Mother’s Day your birthday and any other occasion you can think of.

You can’t bear to thin seedlings and throwing them away.   You scold total stranger for neglecting their potted plants.

You know how many bags of fertilizer/ potting soil/mulch your car will hold/

You drive around you neighborhoods hoping to score extra bags of leaves for your compost pile.

You preferred reading matter in seed catalogs. Last but not least, you know that four seasons are: Planning your garden, Gardening and planning for the next garden. Unknown

Millie’s thoughts for today , my garden is my passion, I love digging in the earth, it teaches me patients.  The time I spend in the garden is when I’m at peace in tune with the world, happy at heart I have become my grandmother , She passed on her love of flowers and garden to me.  Mother Nature never lets me down,

My quote for today.”My soul is like a watered garden.” Unknown

Mildred Higgins

russandmill@netzero.net