All I Want Is To Garden

I’m sitting in my office overlooking the north channel, the snow is melting a bit every day, birds are singing (a lot of very horny spring singing going on right now and then there are the birds….) 

I haven’t posted anything garden or writing related in some time and it’s really simple. I got well and truly burned out by the crap you have to deal with on the online world …. (I started to describe some of it but prudence overcame my sense of WTF.)

I’ve been in the gardening business – from my specialist greenhouse operation to selling plants for Canada’s biggest perennial nursery in the U.S. to writing award-winning books about gardening – for 50 years now and between social media, Youtube, Google search rankings, crappy online advice that was just so wrong, I got well and truly burned out to a crispy critter.  I’ll stack this burnout against any you have ….(and yeah, my mood today isn’t going to win any awards for “most friendly writer.”)

You might say I’ve gone around the track a few times and I no longer give a …..

I haven’t yet mentioned the Youtube channel with its millions of views nor Facebook… (well, let’s pass on that soul sucking vulture of all things creative and wonderful.  (Doug, tell us what you really think.)

It’s like dealing with the Wicked Witch of the West on a daily basis.

But right now, in March, I have Hellebore in bloom. And those blooms did more for me than any number of Google search rankings of Facebook likes could ever do.  

I also have seedlings popping up on my seed starting racks. Between the seeds and the memories of last year’s garden, I think it’s a good life,

Hellebore. Variety unknown

And I’m about to ditch my self-hosted websites because… well, why not? I no longer have to care whether some hacker is posting nude pics (oy, you should have seen those pics – seared into my brain cells – and who knew you could bend a body that way?)

Here’s the URL for my one-and-done author Facebook page.

My oh, so better half told me I was retired. And I took her at her word.  Or, rather I obeyed her word. Hmm, that doesn’t sound right. Accurate but…

I looked at my website at DougGreensGarden to note it’s been a year since I posted anything. Over 800 articles – research and how-to notes – will soon disappear when the hosting runs out. Just can’t compete with the big boys and social media. Frankly, I no longer want to.

At 75, what I want to do is spend some time in the garden – growing something alive and beautiful.

I want to feel as if I’m making a difference on a micro-scale.

I want to grow some vegetables for the amazing woman in my life and some flowers for me.

I want to take a large chunk of stone and carve something that inspires me to do more. 

I want to write words that make some sense to me and a few others – some of whom may even support me in my writing.

I want to hug my grandchildren – alone or in a group – and smile when I’m doing it.

I want to cuddle up with my sweetie.

And I want a garden that makes me smile when I see it.

Thanks for reading to the bottom. This is where I hang out on Facebook when I go there. I suspect I’ll add more and more to that site than I do here.

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