Since most of my friends are devout non-gardeners, I have few opportunities to discuss gardening and end up torturing the horticulturalist at our local garden center with my endless questions, suggestions, and crazy commentary. If I had to pay for all the botanical knowledge and humor he's shared with me, I'd be in debt for life and he'd own a small island.
I once tried joining a gardening club but by the time I finished reading the multiple pages of rules, regulations, by laws, and amendments, I knew it wouldn't work. They only met on weekdays while I'm at work, didn't get together over the summer, and had several committees designed to keep everyone in line. Considering you were kicked out and wait-listed if you even missed a meeting, I was tempted to show up in a miniskirt and hooker boots just to watch them gasp.
What do you mean your garden boots are rubber?
How do you aerate the soil with those?
Frustrated and disappointed but not defeated, I've decided to start my own garden club. I've dubbed it the Dirtworks Garden Club and welcome anyone interested in gardening. We'll meet one Saturday a month, may get together more often during the summer, or might just make it all up as we go. My money's on Option C. Our goals will be to have fun, not take life too seriously, enjoy each other's company, and talk gardening.
We have two rules:
If you live in the northern Virginia or DC area and are interested in getting together, please contact me at email@example.com. If you live farther away but like road trips, also contact me. Or you can just leave a comment. Do whatever works!