My gardening experience is vastly different. I garden with whatever beat up gloves I can find, no hat (hat hair), skunky tennis shoes and a shovel. There's nothing genteel about it. It's more like commando gardening.
"You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt."
This patch has shovel written all over it.
"Earth laughs in flower."-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes flowers pick themselves up and walk somewhere else, sometimes they invite a bunch of their friends over for an extended stay. Sometimes they just up and leave, without ever saying goodbye. On the one hand, it's best not to get too attached, but then again, something else might show up in its place, or you can buy another one to replace it. But be warned: stubbornness in gardening will not always be rewarded. After three or four or ten tries, if the plant isn't going to grow, it's time to move on. Stupid Foxgloves.
"A weed is only a misplaced plant."
OK--that is killer cute and nobody can hate on dandelions in the chubby hands of a three-year old who wants to pick flowers for mommy. But weeds, my shovel and I say you're still annoying.
Flowers are an army of amazingness. They come in an infinite number of colors and shapes and sizes and there is always something new to add to the family. If you plan it right, something will be blooming all the time, beginning with the earliest crocuses peeking out from the melting snow. Although the crocus, daffodils and tulips have come and gone, we are full of later spring flowers.
Commando gardening may be a bit brutal, but the results are pretty damn cool. And who knows, once my shovel and I put some hurt on the more unruly parts of the garden, we'll have even more friends to sit and enjoy as the bees and butterflies frolic.
Maybe I'll even buy a floppy hat.