16 Signs You’re Dating A Gardener

1. He can’t stay over because he has to get up early. No really. He wants to be up at sunrise to start planting.
2. He wears overalls in a non-ironic way.
3. Her motto is “no truck, no luck.”
4. It looks like he’s growing a garden under his fingernails.
5. He gets a serious case of plant envy when he sees your plot.
6. She’d rather share her toothbrush than her hand trowel.
7. He only makes plans with you on rainy days.
8. Weekend road trips require stops at every native plant nursery along the way.
9. She blew you off to claim her spot at the community garden.
10. Compost and manure are considered appropriate dinner table conversation.
11. Her Instagram feed is just a bunch of blooms.
12. Dates before sunset are out of the question.
13. Attending lectures together at the horticultural society is her idea of quality time.
14. He thinks a romantic gift is one that he’s found in the garden section of Lowes.
15. “Your bed or mine?” does not mean he’s trying to get you between the sheets.
16. When you bring up the subject of kids, he says he’s only interested in raising seedlings.
    
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A shelf in my garden shed

Gardening is about enjoying the smell of things growing in the soil, getting dirty without feeling guilty, and generally taking the time to soak up a little peace and serenity. 

- Lindley Karstens 

 

A shelf in my garden shed where I keep my collection of Terracotta pots and watering cans, seedling trays, egg shells to plant seedlings, tools, hats and all else a gardener needs to make her life easy! 

 (W & N Watercolours on Bockingford 300gsm)

I think the true gardener is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master. I think the true gardener, the older she grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides and my green thumb came only as a result of the mistakes I made while learning to see things from the plant's point of view! When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside, too. On every stem, on every leaf, and at the root of everything that grew, was a professional specialist in the shape of a grub, caterpillar, aphid, or other expert, whose business it was to devour that particular part. 

Despite any gardener's best intentions, Nature will improvise. It takes a while to grasp that not all failures are self-imposed, the result of ignorance, carelessness or inexperience. It takes a while to grasp that a garden isn't a testing ground for character and to stop asking, what did I do wrong? 

Maybe nothing.

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