I am a person who likes to BE outdoors. I’m really Zen about this. Don’t do sports, don’t watch sports, don’t hike or fish or hunt. And I don’t like gardening. Just want to BE there.
I like the idea of gardening, but not the actuality of dealing with the ground. If the ground was higher up, like waist or rib-level, I could deal with it. But elevating it takes too much effort and expense. And there’s no guarantee I’d maintain it. Think Zen.
My yard looks like a vacant lot with a house on it. OK, it’s not THAT bad. Turns out a lot of effort early on can take you through many years of less strenuous maintenance. But it’s a good thing I have neighbors to keep me and my environs from looking like the slob I really am.
I like eating from the garden . . . section of my local grocer. Harmon’s provides the produce, I provide the cash–an eloquent symbiosis. However, people tell me you can’t beat the taste of garden-fresh goods. I find this difficult to swallow. Plug the convenience though, and I’ll back you up. Nothing like going out in your PJs (this is the backyard we’re talking about) and grazing.
Parsley might be my favorite crop. It’s pest-free, self-sowing, and doesn’t look like a weed compared to the weeds that surround it. If you plant it once in your yard–and if you like parsley–you won’t regret having done so because you won’t have to do anything to not get rid of it.
Parsley lives a long time through the winter if the temperatures don’t get bitter cold. It can endure below 30 degrees.
One of my favorite things about parsley, besides its unusual flavor and its lingering aftertaste, is its greenness. Green food, as everyone knows, is good for you. Even Polly likes parsley. Anything Mom picks and eats out of the yard must be good. So Mom must also pick parsley for Polly to eat.
Parsley’s drawback is that you can’t really make a meal out of it. You’d have to stand there all day–just BEing, not burning any calories–and try to eat parsley. This is impractical.
But parsley isn’t. It’s practically perfect in every way.