Today, I didn’t share.
Zippy and I worked in the front yard for 90 minutes (we’d set a two-hour goal, but gave up after the effing wind blew off my hat one too many times). He deadheaded the blue mist spirea bushes while I dealt with the lavender. WE HAVE SO MUCH LAVENDER.
Lavender in all its summertime glory.
Normally, when I thin plants I put a FREE ad on Craigslist and leave the plants next to the house for people to pick up whenever they can. Today, I couldn’t deal with added layers of decision-making and organization, and tore out a garbage-bag full of run-amok lavender and threw it away. To summarize: I didn’t share plants with other gardeners and I didn’t compost the waste.
If confession is supposed to be so good for the soul, why do I still feel guilty?
Tracy Abell 
Amazing isnt it? How our conscious has control?
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True, that.
Wishing you a good week!
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Same to you!
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It’s hard, isn’t it? I try to be good about finding homes for things or shredding them for our compost pile, but can’t always manage it. Luckily, our district will pick up extra “green waste” for community composting. I wish you had that, too.
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I wish we had that community pick up, too!!!
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