May 04

You Know You’re Addicted to Gardening When…

Although I admit to being addicted, I don't think I'm Obsessive (4 compost bins? 600 Onions? Nah!) or Neurotic ...well, maybe a tad.

Needless to say I do admit to being to be totally boots over gloves for gardening.

To me, every garden and every garden season is a crapshoot.
You just never know what will happen, you have to hedge your bets.
But there is one thing that all gardeners have in common:

If you're neurotic, obsessive, or even addicted - then perhaps you have the most hope of all.
As for the yearly crapshoot, I LOVE IT!

In celebration of our shared hopes (and associated mental states) here is a little humor I gathered from cyberspace (thanks to anyone who contributed) on

You Know You're Addicted to Gardening When

Your neighbors recognize you in your pajamas, rubber clogs and a cup of coffee
You grab other people's banana peels, coffee grinds, apple cores, etc. for your compost pile.
You have to wash your hair to get your fingernails clean.
All your neighbors come and ask you questions.
You know the temperature of your compost every day.
You buy a bigger truck so that you can haul more mulch.
You enjoy crushing Japanese beetles because you like the sound that it makes.
Your boss makes "taking care of the office plants" an official part of your job description.
Everything you touch turns to "fertilizer".
Your non-gardening spouse becomes conversant in botanical names
You find yourself feeling leaves, flowers 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, etc.
You sneak home a 7 foot Japanese Maple and wonder if your spouse will notice
When considering your budget, plants are more important than groceries
You always carry a shovel, bottled water and a plastic bag in your trunk as emergency tools
You appreciate your Master Gardener badge more than your jewelry
You talk "dirt" at baseball practice.
You spend more time chopping your kitchen greens for the compost pile than for cooking
You like the smell of horse manure better than Estee Lauder
You rejoice in rain...even after 10 straight days of it.
You have pride in how bad your hands look.
You have a decorative compost container on your kitchen counter.
You can give away plants easily, but compost is another thing.
Soil test results actually mean something.
You understand what IPM means and are happy about it
You’d rather go to a nursery to shop than a clothes store.
You know that Sevin is not a number
You take every single person who enters your house on a "garden tour"
You look at your child’s sandbox and see a raised bed.
You ask for tools for Christmas, Mother/Father's day, your Birthday and any other occasion you can think of.
You can't bear to thin seedlings and throw them away.
You scold total strangers who don't take care of their potted plants.
You know how many bags of fertilizer/potting soil,/mulch your car will hold.
You drive around the neighborhood hoping to score extra bags of leaves for your compost pile
Your preferred reading matter is seed catalogs

And last but not least:
You know that the four seasons are:
Planning the Garden
Preparing the Garden
Preparing and Planning for the next Garden

You Know You're SO's Addicted to Gardening When...

It has come to my attention that some of what I compiled here may have been taken from the following two sources (it is not where I found it).
Since I'd never knowingly infringe on anyone's rights, I've linked them here:
North Carolina Cooperative Extension
The Gardens of Casa Martin

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    Amy Merriam

    Washing my hair to get my fingernails clean…..Ha ha ha ha!!! I thought I was the only one who did that!!!

  2. Avatar of gj

    It’s embarrassing how much of this is true for me, too :-p

  3. Avatar of gj

    Yes so true! I laughed all the way through. Even though I don’t have a vegetable garden, I will work on coaxing some plants to produce this season. In the past I had a crazy group of tomatoes, that when provided way too much fertilizer and compost, grew up to the second floor kitchen, and broke all of the wood support system we built to hold them, when the worst summer storm hit. My neighbors scoffed until they started getting tomatoes on a regular basis… So true about how bad your hands look and washing your hair to get them clean. Just seems like too much trouble sometimes to go back and get those gloves wherever they might have been put.

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    Patty Hicks

    Oh I’m so totally there! Loved the post! And another item on the list should be…Your neighbors claim you have a dirt fetish. (yes this really happened to me…I love to dig!) I must check out the link to that blog so toodles!

  5. Avatar of gj

    Oh I can’t even tell you how many of these are me…LOL

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    Vicki C

    i am so many it scares me

  7. Avatar of gj

    It’s something we all have in common :-)

  8. Avatar of gj

    Love it all! But, OMG this embarrasses my kids so… “You find yourself feeling leaves, flowers and trunks of trees wherever you go, even at funerals”. It may not be at actual funerals, but I imagine hotels love me for dead-heading their garden displays! LOL! <3

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    paul ynot

    Well , sometimes there is more to living our humble lives for these few years that we are given. Life is short so sometimes I wonder why do we get so obsessed about anything.I am sure all will rollover in the end to a state as it was and has done for many years before. I must admit that an obsession is possibly a good thing, it gives us a reason to look on the bright side of life I guess. Obsessions do give us all a futile reason for our being .

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    Geri Laufer

    Wow! All true: non-gardening spouse cites botanical names, sneaking home plants, picking up bagged leaves for mulch, etc.
    But I started with page 81 in the new book The Bad Tempered Gardener by Anne Wareham, chapter entitled “I hate gardening”.

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