Garden-ing

I'm in a writing mood. Again. But AGAIN, a suitable topic is eluding me. Who says things always change? Eh? EH?

Okay nevermind. I'll just write whatever comes to mind.

*looks out the window*

We have a beautiful garden, you know? My mum's brilliant when it comes to plants. I'm not good with plants. I'm too impatient.

Don't get me wrong, I like digging and getting my hands all dirty and finding earthworms and stuff (that's one of the coolest things about gardening.. all the creepy crawlies you get to see :D).

I just hate the part where they have to be watered, and fertilized, and trimmed, and watered, and... you get the picture. Eeeh. Wasting my time. Could spend those extra 15 minutes, or whatever it takes, reading. Like, a couple of chapters.

But that said, I will never have a house without a garden. Concrete homes just make me feel so.. jailed. No matter how much I detest losing valuable book time, I hereby vow to at least make the effort to have a garden. And not too small a one either.

Oh well. Another New Year's resolution: Help mum in the garden so I get used to it.

Double sigh.