Cait's Garden

Ever see that British sleuth series “Rosemary and Thyme” where two middle-aged women with their own landscaping business solve murders? (Somehow they find dead bodies at every job!) They dress like we were led to believe gardeners dress. You know, crisp button down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, cute cropped khakis, colorful gloves (with no dirt or holes) and wide straw hats with jaunty trim. HA, I say, HA! I don’t know about you, but I am wearing old t-shirts (graphic tees that are no longer culturally relevant work well), cut-off sweat pants, a bandana around my head to catch the sweat, gardening gloves caked with mud (and probably tears on the index fingers), really ugly brown Crocs, a half a can of Deep Woods Off (I don’t even bother with anything less strong anymore), and SPF 100 sunblock. I am unfashionable, dirty, sweaty, and caked with chemicals. And many a time, when I am hosing the mud off my feet (while still in the Crocs), I wonder who the heck ever started the rumor that gardening is an elegant, gentle pastime. I blame the British!