Let's pretend it has looked like this all summer. Weeded with the rows all still neatly lined up and I didn't weed for a hour before taking this picture.
Let's pretend I meant for the sunflower to grow through the chicken wire and turn at a funny angle so that now the chicken wire is the only hope it has of staying upright.
Let's pretend that after an hour of weeding the yard doesn't look like a yard that needs its weekly weeding.
Let's pretend that huge grassy area in the back of this photo isn't a giant weed pile we can't take care of because our mower and weed whip have gone the ways of mowers and weed whips.
Let's pretend that this garden isn't growing a huge thistle plant.
Which is so large I cannot pull it even with a gloved hand. I think it asked me to feed it while I was out there...
So as you can see planting a garden was a perfectly logical thing to do this summer and hasn't at all called out my failures on a regular basis. The truth is I just planted that lettuce to look at and planned to let it grow beyond its ripeness and let it rot in the ground.
Although I have to admit that getting outside on a beautiful Saturday morning, digging in the dirt and getting dirty while cleaning a spot in my yard was in fact slightly relaxing. But don't tell anyone I said that because everyone knows I hate to garden.