I wasn’t going to write this post because I believe you’d rather not hear me whine. However, Non-gardening, best friend (NGBF), Aimee, convinced me you might need to hear when I’m feeling a bit blue too. She planted tomatoes and herbs yesterday by the way, and they are in beautiful colored pots. Go Aimee!
Beyond the norm, I’ve been sprucing up because several Master Gardeners are coming to visit on their way to Bustani Plant Farm next Wednesday. Bustani is about forty-five minutes from here.
What I see in the back garden makes me very unhappy. With the crapemyrtles now Mini-Me sized, and several of the roses removed because of rose rosette, and others only eighteen inches tall from the extremely cold winter we had, the garden looks, well . . . very young.
There are naked arbors everywhere. I may be forced to remove ‘Cl. Pinkie’ who has only one small, sickly cane.
The daylilies are monsters, and with their grassy foliage, seem to be taking over, but all of my structure plants are gone. Where ‘Zephirine Drouhin’ once reigned supreme on an entry arbor, Wisteria frutescens, American wisteria (planted last fall), sends up one lonely tendril. On the other side, I still have the remaining ‘Zephirine Drouhin.’ She appears healthy, but is only three feet tall, and I’m being generous. In the center of the back garden where the large pink crapemyrtle was the focal point, there is a dead tree. Its smooth bark reminds me of something in an old Western movie.You know, the dead tree next to the alkaline spring where everyone who drinks the water dies.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. Just a bit.
The other three crapemyrtles which were becoming centerpieces of each bed are small, but healthy. I should be grateful.
My dear Tennessee friend, Fairegarden, asked me if I could find even a ray of sunshine in all this change, and I laughed saying, “Yes, the garden is full of sun. I’m thinking of renaming it after xeric designer, Scott Calhoun‘s book, Yard Full of Sun.”
Scott lives in Arizona. I’m just sayin’.
I’m trying very hard to take the long view. Robin from Bumblebee blog reminded me it isn’t yet summer, and things will soon fill out. Steve Bender, that Grumpy Gardener from Southern Living, patted me on the shoulder at the Garden2Blog event, and said the crapemyrtles will make lovely large shrubs this summer.
Like a child of four, I wanted to stamp my feet and have a tantrum.
The funny part is, last summer, I asked Bill to help me trim up the oak trees to let a bit more sun into the garden because it was becoming too shady. Little did I know, Mother Nature was going to hit it with a sun sledgehammer.
The point of all this whining is, now you know, even in a red dirt paradise, there are times which definitely try our gardener souls.
So, just remember, when if tomato plants shrivel up and die, or the strawberries don’t bloom, it happens to everyone. It’s just all part of the process so keep calm and carry on. That’s what I’m doing this spring too.