I've waited long enough.
I can't hold back any longer.
I must confess.
I don't like to garden.
I know Abby said it was "therapeutic" and made her "heart glad", but it is neither therapeutic or making my heart glad to garden.
It is in my blood to garden. My great grandmother ( who really was Great!) and my grandmother (who also is Great! but isn't called great grandmother by me, just my kids) and my very own mother (who, yes, is also Great, but who has ever heard of anyone called great mom?)
enjoy gardening and their flowers were and are beautiful.
Their yards are yards to envy. Made beautiful with all the color that God thought to put in flowers. There are small flowers, large flowers, bushes, and even little flower bed do-dads.
But, I don't like to garden. For two reasons.
1- I don't like to sweat.
2- I don't like to get dirty.
There. I've confessed.
I will only sweat when I'm sitting by the pool. And I won't do that very long. I will jeopardize my tan if sweating becomes an issue. I just can't stand it. It stinks, its gross, and very unbecoming on a southern lady.
As far as getting dirty goes. I just don't like that either. I don't like my hands dirty and grimy. And you know when you dig in the dirt you can find worms. OOHHiiee.
I am a part of the family. A full biological part of the family. But the gardening genes got overridden by the reading genes. While everyone else is slaving away in their gardens, I will be in the cool of my house reading a book.