Admit it. Sometimes you just like to see other people’s messy. Or to drop your own out there and just laugh at it as others gasp and try not to stare. . .
Right? Yeah, me too. So that’s why I love Blythe’s One Hot Mess link up. Lots of train wrecks every week. I can’t look away.
This is the first week I’ve had photos and a post ready to link up (where was this link up over the winter when I was posting every other day about the flu or puking or pink eye??? Hmmm?). Today I’m excited to share about. . .
Wait for it. . .
My weeds.
The same thing happens every year. I start out gung-ho, determined that this will be the year that I will keep the weeds under control. I pull some every day. Things aren’t looking too bad. Then we go away for a couple of weeks in the early summer and come back to this:
And so I go straight back to furiously pulling weeds. And pulling. And pulling. And getting my kids to do their share of the work.
And it seems like we’re making some progress, until I get to this:
I just. . . I don’t even know what to do with that hot mess of vegetation. Where do I even start? Some of those are plants that are actually supposed to be there. Just maybe not quite so. . . abundantly. i’m not sure if I need to sort through and find only the weeds, or thin out the intentional plants, or just yank it all up and start over.
I end up just standing and staring at it, pulling a few obvious weeds, and then throwing up my hands and going to play on the slide with my kids.
Except:
The weeds have taken over back there too.
I know. Weeds have nothing on Blythe’s Hot Mess post about paying to camp on someone’s gravel driveway. But it’s what I’ve got.
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This was great! I can sooo identify. At our old house, most summers we simply gave up on our (tiny, unused) backyard and let it grow into a “jungle.” But now that we’re in a bigger place with a bigger yard that our children actually want to — you know — play in, I feel much more guilty about the lack of upkeep. The lawn is mown, but the gardens, oh, they are a mess…