Were you ever scolded as a child -or do you scold your own children- for making a mess? The answer for most of us is probably “you bet”. I submit though that it’s in our natural nature to love a good mess. I think it’s satisfying to fling things and gratifying to tidy up. This morning I admired the aftermath of this weekend’s storm (nature flung things).
The Bosquet after the stormtree down over the wall after the storm
My boss, Julie had already picked up sticks in the Bosquet and made piles – sometimes I think she’s actually tempted to go out in a storm and catch sticks as they fall. When I asked Fred if he wanted/needed extra hands (mine) to help clean up he said “it’s not that bad. Unless you have a burning desire to pick up sticks…” I don’t. It’s always less fun to pick up someone else’s mess, don’t you think?

So after doing some stick-picking-up anyway, I made my own mess.A Phormium being prepped for surgery

I love to pot up. The potting shed is designed to contain messes. The wedding pots before I emptied themI can spill soil with wanton abandon and groom dead leaves straight onto a floor pile. I don’t have to be careful of the furniture! Today I took the wedding pots apart and divided and repotted the phormiums. Phormiums (New Zealand flax) aren’t as hard to divide as you’d think. Dividing a Phormium (New Zealand flax)I set them on the floor and parted the blades until I found a mid point with at least a semblance of a seam between the fans of blades. Then I stabbed the seam with my hori-hori and wrestled until I felt and heard the rip tear of roots. It was totally satisfying mess making… and I can’t put off the gratification of cleaning up any longer… Do you have a place you can make a proud and uncareful mess?Dirty and proud of it

It just occurred to messy-me that I should tell you that those fingernails will be clean next Thursday for the Annual Garden Design Luncheon and there are still some seats available!

5 thoughts on “Messy

  1. That last picture is pretty much how I look after a day of gardening. If you add a dirt-streaked face and twigs in your hair. Oh, and ground-in dirt on my feet where soil slipped into my garden clogs.

    When you look like that, you know you’ve gotten a lot of good stuff done.

  2. Pam, Filthy (and proud of it) is such a normal fashion for me that the volunteers and other people who see me every day sometimes don’t recognize me right away when I’m clean!

  3. I wish I had an area to make miss in. I only have a balcony so making any mess it’s very hard to sweep it all up. Normally I just sweep it over the edge when I don’t have much but I’m sure my downstairs neighbors dont like that. To me the funnest part is making the mess and so not cleaning it up. I would like messes to clean themselves.

  4. Mess is my middle name–and what really bugs me is my dearly beloved trying to cleanup the mess while I’m still weeding/making supper/potting plants/baking muffins…it seems ridiculous to me to get cleaned up before the messmaking is finished. I think making a mess is cathartic, but then when things ARE cleaned up, that’s cathartic too…
    which reminds me…I was sorting clothes this morning and I think the containers are still all over the bed. Unless hubby cleaned up THAT mess…. tee hee! :-)

  5. Vanillalotus, Sweeping over the balcony edge is a lot like sweeping under the rug – you can probably only get away with it for so long…

    Jodi, I think you’ve got a keeper and a gem – someone to pick up your piles! Come on! That’d be a dream come true… I suppose though if he’s bugged by the mess and you’re bugged by the tidiness, the conflict could be … messy!

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