I'm going to get everything staked and supported next spring before it's too big to stake and/or support.
I will NOT still be planting bulbs after Thanksgiving because they were "on clearance".
I'm going to cut back on my plant buying (and planting).
I'm not going to purchase any more pots just because they are "pretty".
I won't fall in love with any more classes/orders/families/genera of plants.
I won't order more seed than I have time and space and energy to plant.
I won't impulsively buy pretty flowers that I know won't grow here.
I won't allow thugs to take over, just because they are actually alive and growing.
I will finish what I started!
I will not stop by the greenery department when visiting home improvement centers or grocery stores.
I will throw away all of the trimmings as I have already a propagated more than I have room for.
I will no longer save seeds and pot them up just because.....
I will start keeping a garden diary.
I will not buy any more manure.
I will not just throw things in the garage so it becomes a big mess that I have to eventually clean.
I will not wear my good sneakers in the garden while I am planting.
I will not plant perennials close together in the spring while they're still so small, completely forgetting how big they'll get.
I will not use regular small scissors for deadheading and pruning.
I will not go out to garden in the morning "just for a minute" in my nightgown.
When I move a plant I will record that somewhere.
I will not plant things that need full sun in half sun.
I will not go out "just for a minute" and then work for 4 - 6 hours until my bad shoulder and bad hip force me to stop, then can't work at all for the next week.
I will not plant so many things not hardy in my zone (dahlias, cannas, crocosmias, salvias, etc.) that I have to dig up and store for the winter.
I will wear gloves. And I will always lavish my hands with hand cream before starting my garden day.
I will stop bringing cutlery out of the house to use in the garden.
I will never again lose a wineglass in the bed I'm weeding "for just this minute."
I will pick the strawberries before the dogs eat them.
I will never plant another mint.
I will maintain a complimentary color scheme.
I will stop collecting seeds from plants from which I already have a pint jar full.
I will transplant everything in the nursery bed before the snow flies.
I will use up the mountain of woodchips in the back yard that the public works dept. unloaded in June.
I will weed everyday.
I will take my camera out with me whenever I work in the garden.
I will mow once a week. (ha! Ok, more than once a month...)
I will NOT deadhead at the garden center or other peoples' plants!
I won't go out into the garden in my stocking feet. I'll either put on shoes or go out barefoot.
I will stop weeding in public places and nursery containers.
I will stop "rescuing" clearance plants from the local Big Box stores because I feel sorry for them and know I can make them well again.
I will never again buy a new flower/tree/shrub until I have a place for it in the garden.
I will grow my fingernails long and paint them red.
I will wear shoes every day.
I will never ever again spray my husband with the garden hose.
I will no longer purchase seeds, period!
I will never start 10 seed trays (700 seedlings) unless I can plant them ALL or give them away to needy gardeners.
I will allow my plants more than one season to prove their worth before shovel pruning them.
I will not sever the cable wire for the 4th time
I will never pay for dirt again
I will never post on the trade forum again
I will never kill another spider
I will never go out after dark with a flashlight to admire all my 'babies' growing up.
I will care what my neighbors think when I'm outside obsessing over my garden schemes for long periods of time.
I will never again mow my yard at 8:30am on Sunday morning in retaliation against my neighbor mowing his at 10am on Saturday.
I will smile and wave to the people that let their dog crap in my yard on their daily walk.
I will no longer stare out my window at night to admire my ornamental grasses swaying in the wind under the moonlight, while appearing to be stalking my neighbors' every move.
Finally, I will never talk to my favorite plants again.