That Time of Year

It is.
That time.
When the garden is planted.

Dirt, vegetables, weeds, and bugs. My four favorite things.

But, you know, the prophet said to plant a garden...ever heard the song?
And boy does my family know it.

We have the biggest garden in the neighborhood.

Every year I tell my mom, "Shouldn't we scale it back a little this year?"
She vehemently replies, "No! This year we are going to have the best garden ever!"

I tell her we don't have to feed the whole neighborhood out of our garden.
I think she believes that we do.

I really avoid the whole garden thing. Getting up at 6 am to go weed isn't my thing. Usually I get away with staying inside and making breakfast for my family while they weed.

But you know, when I have my own house, I've decided--I will have a garden. It will look like this:


Okay, so it's not your traditional idea of a garden, but it really is a garden.
A Japanese Zen garden.

No weeds, dirt, vegetables, or bugs.
Only rocks.

You don't have to water or weed.
But you can rake--only if you want to though. For meditation.

The Japanese are brilliant.