How Does Your Garden Grow?

Around this time every year, I get the itch to put something in the ground, to root around in the dirt and create something amazingly beautiful that I did.  To stay out in the sun, digging, planting, watering, weeding, pausing only long enough to have a glass of water or lemonade, until the day (or planting) is done and I can take a cool refreshing shower, strong with the labors of my hard work.  There are only really two problems with that itch.  One, I live in a third floor apartment, with no plot of land to speak of.  Two, all of that sounds A LOT like work.  Like really really hard work.  The kind of work that you have aches and pains from the next few days.  And I don't know if you know this, but I am extraordinarily lazy.  We're talking laziness of EPIC proportions.  I have helped with gardening and yard work before.  No really, I have.  I helped my aunt and uncle plant a bunch of flowers in their front garden,  and when I was little, we would sometimes have a vegetable garden in the backyard.  So I totally get the whole wanting to be one with nature thing.  Trust me, I totally do.  But it's HARD!  Back breakingly, joints achingly hard.  And I'm not really one for hard.  Which sounds TERRIBLE, I know.  I just don't want to break my back over something that may or may not take, depending on the Texas summer.  I'd rather work on an art project, or make a quilt.  Not to mention most of the things you can grow on an apartment patio I don't like.  Ah the joys of lazy and picky.  Guess I won't have a garden again this year!