Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for May 12, 2021

Ol’ Rockin’ Chair’s callin’ you, Janis? 8^ )

Yup, time to sell the house and move to a condo.

I get the same feeling sometimes. Then I eat that first tomato and realise it’s all worth it.

Our home had come with well established gardenbeds. The previous owner was a coworker of my mother who had fresh flowers on her desk ten months out of the year. The wife has always fancied herself a gardener, but the flowers, I must say, never seemed to be appreciative of her efforts, be it indoors or out they just kind of withered away. Now my mother was far less subtle than her middle boy. After a few years she told my wife our garden looked worse and worse every year. Of course by then the pitter patter of little feet wasn’t helping things grow either.

It’s always seemed like work to me. If God had wanted people to garden, He wouldn’t have invented gardeners.

I used to love to garden. But the hard work, digging, kneeling, watering, etc. isn’t much fun after a certain age. I miss my flowers but my tired, aching body is OK with it.

These comments—chacun à son goût!

Father Time is only the precursor to the scythe.

As I get older, I find myself slowing down in my gardening. But being older, I accomplish the same in much shorter times. So it all evens out.

My garden last year became a chore told the wife and sis-in-laws it was all theirs’s. Hoping it isn’t like that again this year.

Janis, Janis, Janis…. Get on line with your state Land Grant College (Michigan State, Ohio State, Purdue, Illinois, etc.) and take courses in becoming a Master Gardener.

Then you can tell Arlo just why he’s putting those elderberry shrubs over there.

fusilier, whose Beloved and Darling Wife did just that

James 2:24

Arlo still thinks Janis is hot!

It’s the same with everything though (raising a family, building a home and traditions, and so on). If you pay attention and invest yourself in those things now, there is usually a payoff down the road which is a multiple of the investment.

We have 7 gardens. This spring we looked at them and said, “Why?”I’m with her.

What’s the point? I know how you feel.

“The thrill is gone!” – B.B. King, US guitar god

My dad always had a garden when I was a kid—and did all of the gardening. Therefore, I have never had a garden.

Few years back we had a nice “Butterfly Garden” with lots of nectar plants. My SIL looked at my wife and shook her head, sure that her sister had lost her mind to do all that work for a bunch of bugs

My daughter came in yesterday from walking her dog – she had three ticks on her.

This is what it sounds like when hobbies die.

My wife is much happier now that she has a good idea of how she wants the rest of the yard planted. 14 fruit/nut trees, 10 blueberry bushes, a greenhouse, countless pots of raspberries, strawberries and marionberries … so far.

Condo is okay if you like living with restrictive guidelines?

Pretty sure Jimmy is stalking me. When we first moved into our little house in the country my wife planted ambitious and numerous flower gardens. Though beautiful the amount of spring work and summer maintenance was extensive. Within the last four years she has removed, gradually, several of the gardens turning them into grass planting. I have (wisely) avoided “I told ya’ so” and gladly mow where roses once flourished.

And have to deal with an HOA? No!

I had to quit! Im Giving away plants from all my gardens.

Work is good and hard and the results are amazing. We have radishes, watermelon, okra, cucumbers, swiss chard, beans, tomatoes, zucchini, onions and soon peanuts. The stuff you get is amazing and worth the work.

Hobbies can become a job. At one time my hobby was computers. 30 years later, it’s how I make my living.

do something to change the pace. get back to gardening a little later, refreshed.

Isn’t that just the way of it. One day it just ain’t fun anymore. I have seen it happen before to others and know it is coming, just glad it hasn’t happened to me yet! So happy to be mowing now instead of moving snow around

Know the feeling well. What used to be my garden is now my compost pile. Father time wins again.

The only time it was work for me was when the garden was producing more than I could handle! Then it was work!

If it’s no longer a form of relaxation and enjoyment then time to find another outlet.

Sometimes a hobby is like that. Step away from it for awhile and it just doesn’t have the same appeal when you come back.

What ever happened to the boat?

Like, duh!