I didn’t mean to garden for such a stretch of time, but there I was, hatless and without sun screen, pruning, transplanting, weeding, filling the feeder, turning a dead Rose o’ Sharon into a bottle tree.

It didn’t matter that I had just assigned myself the task of reviewing screenshots on my phone. (Ugh). Even if I’d been doing something enjoyable, this could have happened. How do I know? Because it happens all the time.

Fact: the only time I missed one of the kid’s friend’s birthday parties, I gardening.