One of my kids’ birthday is in mid-March, so I have a distinct memory of having to cancel his party at home last year because of the pandemic lockdown. Since then, we’ve been existing in this surreal, this-should-be-a-movie world. It is during this time last spring that I (re)discovered weeding. This mindless, yet cathartic rhythm of pulling each stalk of stubborn weeds with my bare hands, while squatting with a glass of Negroni delicately balanced next to me, is exactly what I needed at the end of each day. It also brought back memories (somewhat painful yet somewhat nostalgic) of my brother and I having to weed in our backyard every spring weekend when we were in our teens because…that’s just what you do when you have just immigrated to the US and your parents have never heard of (and couldn’t afford to hire) TruGreen or any other lawn services.
back to the weed
back to the weed
back to the weed
One of my kids’ birthday is in mid-March, so I have a distinct memory of having to cancel his party at home last year because of the pandemic lockdown. Since then, we’ve been existing in this surreal, this-should-be-a-movie world. It is during this time last spring that I (re)discovered weeding. This mindless, yet cathartic rhythm of pulling each stalk of stubborn weeds with my bare hands, while squatting with a glass of Negroni delicately balanced next to me, is exactly what I needed at the end of each day. It also brought back memories (somewhat painful yet somewhat nostalgic) of my brother and I having to weed in our backyard every spring weekend when we were in our teens because…that’s just what you do when you have just immigrated to the US and your parents have never heard of (and couldn’t afford to hire) TruGreen or any other lawn services.