If you chose to not use pesticides there is the everlasting battle with those bugs that want to eat your hard work. Slugs, snails, aphids, mites, grubs amongst the few. You find yourself standing in your garden in the middle of the night with a bucket of soapy water catching snails and slugs with a flashlight. Pulling weeds every time you walk down a path because you always spot one you missed.
You see a "pod" of aphids and crushing them with your bare hands because you think they'll get away or spread while you go mix hand-made bug spray. You make your own bug spray because you don't trust companies to be environmental friendly or honest about it. You love bees (even if your allergic to them) and go the extra length to make sure they have everything they need. You attend seminars, lectures, garden clubs. Gardeners plant victory gardens share their extras, save seeds and do hunt down heirloom seeds. They drive by gardens, stop and ask questions or answer questions when people stop and ask. You usually see them bent over pulling weeds or hoe in hand hunting down weeds. I gave up a battle with wild geranium and creeping Jenny...I have learned to hate grass... crave brick paths, raised beds and fruit trees. I dream of the day when I have my garden complete and can wear those white dresses in summer. I would wander beds of flowers and a meadow of my own making. Truth be it I'll probably be standing in the middle of that riot of color and scent with a bucket of soapy water hunting down weeds and snails. White dresses don't work for that. I'd wear my ugly army green holey tee shirt, multi-pocketed shorts stuffed with my extra sharp pocket knife, roll of twine and I will be in heaven!
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