I like gardening

DSC_3045, a photo by Michael Diez d'Aux on Flickr.

The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
~George Bernard Shaw

So, the other day I found God in my tomatoes. They were delicious, they did not taste like grocery store tomatoes, and they gave me both the satisfaction of not having killed something and the all-powerful feeling of making my own food. Hence, God.

Okay that's stretching a bit. But more and more, I do like gardening. At first I hated it, because I didn't know what to do, and because there was so much mysterious stuff to do. Knowing that you have a lot to do, and that at the same time you aren't familiar with any of it, is daunting. But I was undaunted. I gardened.

Things didn't really start coming together until my mother, sister, and uncle came over to clean up my garden. But that's beside the point.

Things that I hate about gardening including mowing the lawn. My lawn is slanted, it has trees and bushes right in the middle, and it goes all skinny in some areas. If engineers designed lawns, they would all be be perfect circles so that you could mow them in a spiral for maximum efficiency.

Plus, my lawn mower is both electric and slightly confused. If my lawn mower were a person, she would be Sarah Palin. Firstly, she does not turn. Why a lawn mower would be designed not to turn is completely beyond me. Second, she is electric. But not with a battery, the way God the Gardener would have intended. She is powered by a perpetually loose extension cord that threatens my life every time I have to go in reverse and is always in the way. I don't know how it manages to be always in the way. That must disobey the Law of Entropy. Or....obey? (discussion is open).

I like weeding the way that I like popping blackheads. It's very satisfying, and I like to save my withdrawals and admire them in a pile. Except, I have never had 1,000 blackheads with prickly spikes on them that I could only pick in the sun, and which were guaranteed to come back at twice the intensity. So, I hate weeding.

So, in short, I hate gardening. But our tomatoes are lovely.