Wildside, Wildside, My Poor Poor Wildside

The view, if one chose to look, from my kitchen window is a testament to the general state of my heart this past year. The patch of ground I so lovingly, sweat-ally, and filth-ally transformed into a wondrous place of  growing goodness was now a weed choked briar & ant infested heap. I had turned into an un-toned pasty pale screaming harpy. I was angry all the time, moody and just very sad. My insides matched the outside garden.

"Say it ain't so!" 'Twas so. 

I had to go back and reread my own darn blog to remind myself that  there was hope for that Wildside of my heart. So after months & months of health concerns, surgery and recovery, I can safety say I GOT DIIIIRRRRRRTTTYYYYYY and down to business over the weekend.

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and just know you're gonna do something amazing? Saturday was that day for me. The day dawned in glorious splendor. I busted out some house cleaning(gross) and then headed right out to the garage. Well, headed into a minefield of various boy junk and miscellaneous crap that I tripped on cursing as I clung for life on the BBQ grill. I will not be deterred!

After locating my garden bags, yes I did said bags with an "s". Anyone who knows me knows I am a bag lady. My husband will say piles is more correct, as Christey Piles are all over the house, but those are piles of bags, so I guess I win :)

I digress, after locating a pile of garden gloves, to my chagrin no matching pairs. 8 different types of gloves and none matching...no biggie, fashionista I am not, much to my sisters chagrin; who is conveniently not here now....but she is hurtling down the highway from Colorado in a Jeep with our father and her dog. Now that's a topic for a completely different blog! So finally with mismatched holey gloves, a few tools of the hacking trade, oh and Riley...we set off to conquer the nonsense and reclaim some inner peace.

3 hours later...oh the sweet smell of  success covered in dirt and hitch hikers! I Christey, the Dirt Girl have recovered 3, count them three 1-2-3 beds for planting! The soil looks surprisingly good, all nice brown and flaky.

There's something about connecting with the earth. Sinking your mismatched holey gloved hands deep into the soil, feeling the warmth and sensing the goodness that's already there is sometimes all you need to transform, to remember, to feel better. I challenge you to find what rekindles the Wildside in you.