While I love to garden, I’m so not a fan of working in my front garden.  Each and every person whether they know me or not feels the need to attempt to make small talk or at least feels the need to make the most obvious of comments.

Do they really think I want to spend a half an hour chatting with them about Floyd Bennett Field or the Daytime Emmy’s, let alone five minutes over their choice of cutting daffodil leaves post bloom as opposed to my tying them up to allow them to die back.  Apparently they think that annoying me while I am attempting to relax (gardening relaxes me for some reason) is just the friendly thing to do. 

But the worst people are the ones who just say with the biggest smiles on their faces, “I see you’re gardening!” then keep smiling as they wait for a response of some sort on my part.  Even worse than the worst are the ones who add a “Huh?” on to the end of their statement to say ‘I see you’re gardening, huh?”

I’m up to my elbows in dirt, plants and cutters in hand, are you honestly not sure that I am gardening?  These people make me want to ask quite rudely right back at them, “Do you still only read pop up books?”

Would “I see you’re walking” be appropriate to say to someone you pass on the street, heck no. 

Next time I’m in my front yard I think I’ll beat everyone to the punch by smiling at them and stating in question form, “Sky is blue, huh?”