This is the time of year I tend to avoid Facebook. It’s not the politics, off-color jokes or insipid inspirational memes that have me boycotting social media, though.
Nope, it’s out of equal parts shame and envy that I’m avoiding the barrage of colorful and tasty photos posted by friends and family showing off the bounty from their home gardens.As I have long held, there are two kinds of people in this world — those who garden and those who hope to reap the benefits of the gardeners.
Over the years I’ve tried to be the former, but a few years back I waved a white surrender seed packet, declared surrender and became one of the latter.
It’s not like I’ve not given it the old college try, either.
When my late husband Patrick and I were first together we lived along the river in Fort Kent, and the garden spot was typically flooded each spring.
To read the rest of “Confessions of an unrepentant lapsed gardener,” an article by contributing Bangor Daily News staff writer Julia Bayly, please follow this link to the BDN online.
