Because I'm ready to admit that I may have a problem.
Went to the home improvement store today to pick up the debit card that I inadvertently left there the day before (d'oh) and I just had to look at the bedding plants before we left. I brought home some more tomato, pepper, and cucumber plants (I'm justifying that because they were heirloom varieties for seed-saving), a rhubarb plant, and a dwarf lavender for the front yard. Because eight lavendar plants aren't enough, I need more.
We also bought a package of live nematodes and a Praying Mantis egg case containing up to 200 eggs. DD is so excited about the praying mantises she can hardly wait for them to hatch. She was dancing from one foot to the other in the store being very exctied about how HUMONGOUS praying mantises are, her arms spread wide. I think she thought they were giant exotic pets. I figured out that she was relating an episode of The Magic School Bus and had to burst her bubble that praying mantises aren't really that big. Mrs. Frizzle has a lot to answer for.
So since I'm still trying to justify my urges to bring home and plant more veggies and flowers, I'm not really ready to address my problem.
It's the promise of potential I think that lures me in. I'll have all these great gardens come summer, etc., etc. We'll see if I can get them in the ground before they get so stressed that they give up on me.
Didn't get any gardening done the past two days. I'm recovering from tendonitis and sunburn. Tomorrow I'll be out there planting MORE tomatoes and the like.
All I need is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
Sorry Sparrow, couldn't help it. Really, I don't need an intervention.
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