SOD UPDATE: Well the sod that was planted in November is back with a vengeance. Who'd of thunk it?
Well the day of reckoning I had always dreaded arrived a couple of weeks
ago. I had bought a house and had to decide if I would take my garden with
me or leave it behind when I move in late August.
I suppose most people would take it for granted that their garden would stay
behind, however, I mulled the concept over because I've felt so connected to
my little plot of land. It has, in many ways, been a living mirror of my
internal state these last four and a half years and as it has regrouped and
grown stronger, so have I.
OUCH!!
Sorry, a piece of corn just hit me.
My first garden was one big experiment. It was originally a weed ridden
mess that was looked so bad when I first moved in, I felt compelled to do
something, anything, to improve it. I planted this and weeded that. It was
through pure trial and error that I discovered I had a knack for gardening.
Although I also suspect that my paternal grandfather, a great and gifted
gardener, was also genetically generous.
Anything that looked promising, I kept. An ivy I found under a rock turned
out to be a hearty clematis plant that blooms beautiful light pink flowers.
Tulips choked by weeds announced themselves a couple of springs later.
I remember going to the garden centre in late October my first year to buy
rose bushes at the end of season sales. I soon discovered that they are not
all alike. I planted climbers where there was nothing to climb and
miniature plants in areas where no sun got to them.
But there were victories too, like the rose bush that seemed dead as a
doornail for two years only to start blooming again in a completely
different colour it's third summer. Good thing I just hadn't gotten around
to removing it. I have a cabbage rose called "The Prince", a deep burgundy
bloom whose delicate scent I smell well before I get to the front walk.
Each year is better than the last.
But in the end, the garden will stay behind and I'll take only my learning
with me. I have no idea what's in my new garden other than some orange
tiger lilies, which (and my apologies to the bulbists out there) I really
can't stand. Having had a training ground for so long, I'd now like to
have a garden that I've really had a chance to put some thought into.
In the end, I like the idea of making some piece of this world better for
your having visited it. So the garden will stay behind and I am sure,
survive.
Besides, who the hell can be bothered with all that digging anyway??
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