Some days, knowing what needs to be done in the garden means finding it difficult to get going.  Call it a chore, a task, a bullet point on the to do list.  Whatever term you use, it’s work:  often hot, sweaty, I’m-going-to-pay-for-this-tomorrow labor.  Working the garden is also so much more.  My list of garden chores is long and undeniably unending, but it’s also evolving. 

Springtime brings constant change.  As the garden awakes, buds swell, early flowers emerge and bloom.  Leaves unfurl.  And the weeds grow. 

And that brings me to my favorite garden chore:  weeding.  While I’d never claim to enjoy weeding, there’s nothing like the satisfaction of looking at a freshly weeded bed.  Add a nice layer of mulch and it’s an almost glorious sight to behold.  So neat.  So tidy.  So finished—at least for the moment.

Weeding is also satisfying in another way.  It’s an ongoing battle against plants that insist on growing where they aren’t intended.  That’s fine in Mother Nature’s garden, but in mine, I have a vision.  More often than not, when volunteers appear they end up being pulled and added to the compost pile or relocated to a more favorable place in the garden.  Either way, they feed the garden, as compost or as a new plant in a better location. 

And that brings me to my reservation-free favorite garden chore:  finding new plants and putting them where they belong in the garden.  After all, you can never have too many plants.

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