Going to Hell In A Wheelbarrow

I've always assumed that I am probably doomed to perdition or, at the least, a good long stretch in purgatory. But I always reckoned this would be in connection with various sins of the flesh (well, thoughts of them, anyway). I had no idea that something as apparently wholesome as gardening could get you a one-way ticked to Hades. But our pal Chan the Bookish Gardener runs right down the list of the Seven Deadly Sins of the Trowel.

I have to admit that I'm completely busted. Although I've never been a horder, so quite possibly would be let off on the charge of avarice, I more than make up for it with double helpings of bunny anger and catalog gluttony. And this is to say nothing of the perverse pleasure I derive from laying waste to the local slug population.

However, there is hope of salvation, as Chan also notes the presense of grace in the garden. Although I've now got a certain well-known Aaron Copeland piece maddeningly lodged in my head, thereby probably banking up some more anger points against myself, I know exactly what she is talking about. The next time I feel myself slipping into the way of evil while out pottering, I will be sure to appeal to Our Lady of the Blessed Leaf Mulch.