As I was mowing the garden the other day (that’s right, mowing — don’t judge.), the following thought occurred to me: This year’s garden at Groundhog Hill is both the prettiest and the ugliest garden I’ve ever tended.
Beautiful zinnias planted in hedge-like rows. Check. Stately sunflowers about to bloom. Check. Johnson grass. Check.
Rows of marigold overgrown with crabgrass. Check. Squash plants dying of wilt. Check. Rows of basil that never came up. Check.
Pumpkin plants that still hold promise. Check.