Zoe, this is sheer brilliance. I’m cackling because I’ve absolutely stood next to a neglected bed, tea in hand, nodding solemnly while telling a friend, “Yes, I’m actually leaving that for the microgreens.” The audacity! The elegance! The deeply relatable chaos of Wellington weather and quietly embracing plant carnage as "intentional design choices."
Also, as someone who regularly mutters “it’s a skink habitat” to justify suspicious piles of brush, this post feels like you’ve peeked directly into my garden brain. Thanks for this; it’s part therapy, part genius survival guide for all of us playing the long game with rogue lemon trees and wind-battered roses. 🌧️🌿🫖
Zoe, this is sheer brilliance. I’m cackling because I’ve absolutely stood next to a neglected bed, tea in hand, nodding solemnly while telling a friend, “Yes, I’m actually leaving that for the microgreens.” The audacity! The elegance! The deeply relatable chaos of Wellington weather and quietly embracing plant carnage as "intentional design choices."
Also, as someone who regularly mutters “it’s a skink habitat” to justify suspicious piles of brush, this post feels like you’ve peeked directly into my garden brain. Thanks for this; it’s part therapy, part genius survival guide for all of us playing the long game with rogue lemon trees and wind-battered roses. 🌧️🌿🫖
This is just what I needed to read today! I’m stressing about getting things in order and it made me laugh, thank you.
Naww good luck with your many tasks!
too funny and too true!