Because of a soil infection in our garden, we are no longer able to grow garlic or onions. Fortunately, we have good friends that allow us to grow garlic in a section of their garden. This of course comes with a moral obligation; we feel obliged to keep our garlic patch looking neat and tidy.
Last Saturday, while visiting, I took a look at our garlic and was embarrassed to see how weeds had taken over, so yesterday I spent two hours pulling weeds out of our section of their garden. It was not a very pleasant job, since they seem to have a lot of mosquitoes around their place. The whole time I was weeding I wore netting over my head and wore gloves, to keep the pesky insects from getting their blood meal from me.
Every time I have to do a lot of weeding, I think back to my childhood. The task of weeding in our family garden often fell to me. It was a job I hated. Indiana summers are hot and muggy, and just spending an hour or so out weeding the garden was a miserable job. The misery was compounded because within sight of our house was a country club swimming pool. As I sweated pulling weeds in our garden, I could hear the kids at the country club, splashing, yelling, and having a refreshing swim.
Fortunately, the hatred towards gardens that I acquired during my childhood, diminished as I became an adult.
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