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This weekend I got into a fight with my shovel. Can you guess who won?
I was mixing soil in a wheel barrow. I grew impatient and decided it would be easier to mix it with my hands. I leaned the shovel against the wheel barrow and got to work. My vigorous mixing knocked the shovel loose and the wooden handle knocked me squarely in the head.
“Ka-THUNK!” — I could hear the sound echo in my skull and across the yard. There were birds and stars and swearing.
Four days later, I still have a giant goose egg on the side of my head. It still smarts when I touch it.
When I am slow and methodical, no body — not even my body — gets hurt. When I rush and get overwhelmed, my garden turns into the set of The Three Stooges.

Big, clumsy and prone to making the same mistakes over and over, I turn into Curly. I get tangled up in cords and hoses. I knock over buckets, planters and my morning cup of coffee. Branches whack me in the face. Ants bite me. I lose my tools one minute, then trip over them the next.
Sound familiar? Are you klutz, too? What’s your silliest garden injury? Did you learn from your mistake or do you repeat the same lesson every growing season?
When I prune the trumpet vine each spring I end up looking like I took on Zorro. A cut here, then a peice springs loose and cuts me like a fencing foil! I have learned from experience that when I tackle this odious task (and pruning IS a must or that thing will take over the neighborhood) I suit up in leather and wear the hubbys welding face shield.
I will also admit to (at least) one instance of stepping on a race and getting thumped. It was easier when my daughter lived at home to spot the stuff.
My biggest gaffe so far this year is of the “biting off more than I can chew” variety, which I do every single year without fail.
Of course I have time to tear off a bunch of sod, amend the soil, and plant 10 asparagus, 2 rhubarb (which looked just like Robyn’s), and 3 blueberry bushes after 7:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night. I’m getting better at planting in the dark, so that’s a plus.
That’s a great image, DebW! Trumpet vine is vigorous, no?
My fav garden blunder is knocking over a container while moving the hose… or accidentally crimping the hose and spraying myself in the face with a cold blast of water.
When you have a dog around, every blunder becomes a new game. Last year, I was carrying a container from the staging area to its new perch, when I tripped (on my own feet, of course) and spilled the whole thing. The dog thought this was great fun and pounced on the plants that lay strewn on the sidewalk. Sigh. Needless to say it was a good thing I too bit off more than I can chew (is there a support group?) and had enough plants to fill in!
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Oh the hose–impatiently throw it on the ground, where it hits the spray handle and I get doused. Do it every year and laugh at myself each time.
Nothing so far this year… but there is that nice big 600 lb purple boulder that I named ‘Hernia’ from a few years back. I thought I had it all figured out… I took inspiration from the Egyptian pyramids…I got some scrap plywood to be the base and the rock cradle along with a bunch on broom handles to go in between the sheets as rollers…Not sure exactly where the hernia came in though the rock did get up the slope 100 feet and into where it was to go..we won’t go into how the apron ties got caught in the clothes washer and I re did the hernia getting the thing out… my wife is still giving me grief about both of them…
A couple years ago I planted a cactus given to me by my father-in-law. It was apparently a brainless day and I grabbed it to plant it, with just some cotton garden gloves on, and of course felt instant regret. I’m still not sure how I didn’t think I was going to get pricked.
I have done the hose thing before too. You get a kink in the hose, throw the thing down just right to let the water through, and then it squirts you, flips that little wire bail down, and does its best impression of the hosey cow, leaving you dripping wet and looking like you have a unfortunate toilet-type accident…
I usually get completely soaked when I go to clean the ponds for the spring: green slime, water. I am surprised the
neighbors don’t get a cold beverage and a chair, it has to be great comedy.
For some reason, these anecdotes are very heartening. I have very little backyard, essentially gardening on a “cliff” above a pond. I persist in trying to pull out weeds with my back to the pond. It occurs to me that some day, a weed will get yanked out so vigorously that I will tumble overboard. If that happens and I don’t seem to be moving, I hope the neighbors will call 911.
I’ve also been squirted by the hose — many times. My biggest three stooges moment, however, was chasing a particularly destructive mole who had wandered out of his tunnel around the yard, trying to bean him with a shovel. Eventually, I got him, but my husband found the incident highly amusing.
a big ugly bush right next to my driveway died and my roommate offered to try to pull the stump. all i could come up with to tie the stump to his bumper was an old tie-out for my dog. we hooked it up and he slammed on the gas and the tie-out broke, whipping back and cutting my foot. so we ended up digging and pulling it out by hand, which my dog was more than happy to help with.
Thank you all for a great laugh - the boulder named Hernia got me chuckling, and by the time I was done reading the rest of the comments I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Jaime - hope you heal soon!
Agreed! Great posts gardeners! Hernia the bolder is terrific story. I can see Mnmom weeding her cliff and Mary S. chasing a mole with her shovel. What a great way to start your morning!
DebW brings up an interesting point. How much of our shenanigans do our neighbors actually see? Do we even want to know?
A freind sent me an email with a photo of one of his “Moe moments”. He was going to pull out a shrub that was growing too close to his house, causing siding damage. He backed up to the shrub with his wife’s mini-van, tied up the trunk of the shrub with bungee cord!!??!! and hooked the cord up to the bumper.
The photo was of the back of his wife’s mini van, complete with broken window and a shrub hanging out. I guess the bungee cord acted as a giant sling-shot! I just shook my head, wondering how this guy got to be an engineer….
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Well, let’s see here. In my current yard, I’ve replicated getting soaked by the hose bit numerous times. I’ve also stepped on a rake, and been soaked by a bag full of leaves that we accidentally left outside. Nothing like having an unexpected stream of icy water pouring down your leg and into your shoe to wake you up!
Umm…when I worked for a landscaping company, I got hit in the head by tree branches quite a bit. I also walked into a *running* hedge trimmer…that didn’t require stitches, but I still have the scar. There was also the time I poured fish emulsion down the front of my shirt instead of into the watering can; that was special!
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