How Not to Relax

By John Markowski @jmarkowski0

I had every intention on Sunday afternoon to simply take inventory of all that was going on in the garden. No shovel, no pruning shears, not even a container to throw weeds in. You might call it a sojourn or gentle stroll or if you were me, you would call it a walk amongst awesomeness. It would be a chance to enjoy new blooms, or buds or even continued foliage growth without the need to do anything.
And after a good three seconds of staying the course, we suddenly had a change in plans. The f'n dreaded to-do list was created, updated on the appropriate Excel document labeled "to-do" and each line item was color coded based on the date it would get done. This isn't some silly fodder for another blog post, I can send you all a copy of the document as proof. Gardening as "relaxing pastime", ha, that is for someone else who doesn't understand the severity of what we are dealing with here. Here's a taste:
The Siberian irises should be close to blooming, but I am consumed with the need to yet again divide so many of these that have formed bare spots in their centers:              

Now that all of the Clethra's have leafed out, I have to prune off all of their spent blooms from last year. Why didn't I do that on a slow late winter's day?:

And just like that, the peonies are in bud. And just like that, it is time to fend off the deer so I can cut a bunch of these and roll in the bed with them give them to my wife to add to vases all over the house:   


The poison ivy is everywhere and it is time to finally address it head on. Need to check my wife's schedule this week:

Oh I suppose you would like to be planted some time soon?:

"Deadhead for more flowers". Oh yeah:

My little raised bed needs reinforcements now that the tomatoes have been planted and the deer have all tweeted out that information to each other:

That dead spot on the boxwood has been eating away at me for weeks and I have no excuses:

Time to research what has happily reseeded to see if it can stay or has to go:

If I could move that Carex just 6 inches to the right, I could start to lessen the shakes that have developed:

What the f is growing under my Weigela 'Wine and Roses'?:

Brown is the new green, right? No?:

What Baptisia did I not remember planting here? Will it possibly have enough room in the future? What can I plant around it now until it fills in? This is so relaxing:  

I am so glad that I have improved my spacing of plants skills:

And now I am even more stressed recounting the story to y'all.  
How about something a little light before we end it?

Don't even ask about the inspiration for this one. Just know my neighbors have the same exact concerns.
Maybe my daughter has the right approach.

And by right approach, I mean get dressed up in my dance wares, dance my ass off and then kick back and enjoy getting the stress out. Girlfriend doesn't have a care in the world.