All My Clothes Are Garden Clothes

This time of year, I begin spending a good deal of time in the garden. A minor amount of winter clean-up calls for the attention that I have avoided during the colder weather.

IMG_1257For two months out of the year – mostly January and February – , I wear shoes – or at least socks – on my feet when I am outside, but now the barefoot days have begun again. The deck is warm, the steps are cool, and there is joy when I plant my feet outside, skin to ground. With my garden tools placed around the yard in cubbies here and there, I can putter whenever the spirit calls.

But there is a dilemma. I am not one to run and change my clothes when I begin a project. Neither am I one to overly-plan out my time in the flower beds. So if I put on my new purple soft sweater in the morning, it is likely to still be on in the afternoon when the weeds have called to me and I answer. My socks are already in ruin, having been abused all winter in short bursts around the yard. Do I have to allow the rest of my clothes to follow suit?

Truly, yard work is so easy here, that twenty minutes cures all the visible weeds wherever I am. But changing my clothes for a twenty-minute chore just doesn’t make sense. So, the purple sweater and new jeans, even if I meant to save them for that once-in-six-months trip to a nice-ish restaurant, become my garden clothes for that chore.

As do my pajamas if I start gardening too early.

Who changes clothes just to spend a glorious twenty minutes watering the hanging pots? No one. Or at least, not me. But then, after my watering done, I see the geraniums are hanging out the top of the bower vine, and the clematis needs its cold-weather-hardened leaves trimmed. It’s then that I wish I had changed my clothes, because the pollen stains and the bird of paradise drips and the sack of new compost reaches out to touch the new jeans.

They aren’t new jeans any longer, not after I’ve spent an hour in the garden. Let’s face it, at this time in my life all my clothes are garden clothes.

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15 thoughts on “All My Clothes Are Garden Clothes

    1. The flower is a dahlia. They were on sale as bulbs at Costco a couple years ago, and had magnificent blooms the first year, then became a bit too much to handle. I am trying slowly to change into an all-succulent yard, but the blooms keep calling me. Rainy day where you are?

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    1. Anabel – I had a lot of flowers that year, and as you noticed, I shamefully turned to sarcasm. I’ve paired down on the blooms, because I like to enjoy the garden, not be consumed by it! But, I have to admit, they are gorgeous.

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  1. Yes, they are! 🙂 🙂 My natural condition is ragamuffin, so I’m much more likely to do a quick change to go out. As I look down, one knee of my jeans has split and the seams of my jumper have parted company in a couple of places. Occasionally I’m embarrassed at the unexpected arrival of a friend. I think I need to borrow some of your gardening clothes 🙂 🙂

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  2. Oh, we are exactly like in that respect. Now I don’t have my own garden as it’s taken care of my professionals, but when I did (up in Maryland) I would do exactly the same thing…and all clothes became garden clothes. Sometimes even my office suit – when I saw something that needed attention right away when coming home 🙂

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  3. I love gardening in PJs first thing in the morning! You are so right, dirt therapy with bare soles on warm soil is the best! I’m so jealous of your blooms. It is still mud, brown, stick season here but there are signs we should have pollen soon!

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