I'm kind of like that when I'm super motivated and want it done now.

How crazy? Two words on my garden cap (the baseball kind). Lunatic Fringe. Garage sale and wasn't back to gardening yet but did some outdoor work, picked up a saner one, guy was selling a whole collection of caps, but my friend wanted it so let her have it.

I remember one time going out in the middle of the night and doing something in the garden, with flashlight held within my teeth! I dont' recall what I was doing, though I well remember bumping the flashlight and giving my teeth a real knock ... ouch! Along that line, we've all seen some slapstick comedy where someone steps of the head of a rake and the handle flies up and cracks them in the head ... that once had happened to me ... such a whack that I had actually seen stars, lol.

Also, when you're dead sick and tired of planting things up and yet you're soon again off to the greenhouse to acquire more of those must have plants!

Terry

LOL!

When I want it done, now is too late - it should have been done yesterday. Just the way I am...

Crazy enough that I have endured this while picking beetles off my roses:

Go outside every am at dawn in my pjs to catch 'em while they're still asleep

Go outside into full sun during the hottest part of the day to catch them while they're most active.

Go outside after dinner and get stung by wasps and bees while I tear through the flowers looking for more beetles.

Put stinky jars of rotting beetles throughout my beds to discourage more beetles. The stench is gagging me.

Make a fool out of myself asking out loud if the beetles like it when I dunk them in soapy water.

Make a real fool out of myself when I don't have a beetle jar, and I decapitate beetles with my fingernails and tell the beetles that will teach them to eat my plants.

Look like a real weirdo going back outside with patches of drying baking soda and water on my stinger bites so I can still collect more beetles.

Bring shame upon my family when I yell curse words at beetles who land in my hair.

Drove to Lowe's in a snowstorm to get 2 boxed bareroot roses that a friend had told me about. Learned in the future you can wait about 3 weeks and get some large, healthy container roses for about $5 more.

mehearty- ROTFL!

Edging is where my craziness really comes thru. I always think the line is never straight or curved enough - dig, sit, observe, get up, dig, sit, observe. Or working out in the garden until I'm so tired I can barely put one work boot in front of the other, instead of spreading chores out over a few days. Sometimes I hide from neighbors as they drive by, cause I just know they're say, "She's out there AGAIN."

mehearty, oh, you really sum things up so very well for us dedicated gardeners ... I loved reading it, very funny stuff!

Terry

How crazy am I?

Way crazier than that. *grin*

That? actually sounds quite normal to me.

Recently with all the fires we have had in our area the main road I take up to the town of Paradise, CA was closed by the fire crews. I told my husband one evening that despite how awful the situation was for all the people involved and the adverse affect on the animals and the forest was also the fact that I could not easily drive up to my nursery of choice in that area. I said, what if they don't get enough business this summer and it hurts their business? They could close! They need that high season revenue!

To me this seemed like a perfectly viable concern but judging from the glare I got from my husband he did not share my view and was mentally fitting me for a straight jacket. Hmpf. Just a question of personal priorities I guess.

Kate

Good try kate! It all sounds perfectly sane to me. :0)

I bought a boatload of perennials before I even started to dig the new bed for them. Having them sit in pots in the sun was a great motivator. I got the bed prepped in 2 days. It was tempting to go out and dig after after the kids went to bed because we have a streetlight right across the street from the house, but I controlled myself. My DH said he had thought I just might be out there digging when he got home from work that night, so he read my mind.

I often think of the old R.E.M. song "Gardening at Night" when I get whims to do something after the sun goes down.

Jennifer