I’ve written about my gardening successes and failures in this space before, but I've never been this discouraged. I’ve never ignored the garden as much as I have this summer. There are good reasons, at least in my mind.
We had that little wedding thing on June 12. Before that, I did manage to plant basil and a few tomatoes. I dug up an overgrown grassy area that I hated, mulched it heavily and planted white alyssum as a place holder. That’s the extent of it.
In late June, Ken had his hip replacement surgery, so I was busy nursing him for the next few weeks. By then summer was half gone and I thought, really, what’s the point?
We did get a few good tomatoes. And the perennial phlox put on a lovely show.
But now fall is almost upon us, and I need to get serious. Today I’m finally digging up the one peony bush that won’t bloom, and repositioning it so the crown is higher — following the advice of my friend Lois.
I’m thinking of getting a few cute planters and starting an indoor herb garden for the winter.
Decisions have to be made:
- Do I divide the irises again and replant? Or just pitch them all so I have space to try something new?
- What am I going to do with the overgrown, grassy mess of chives?
- How can I corral the oregano that seems bent on world domination?
- Will I ever be able to keep the lawn on its side of the border, and how?
- What if I just plowed the whole thing up, put down sod and said the hell with it? Sometimes a condo with a balcony container garden sounds so appealing.
Right now, I look at the backyard border in discouragement. But there is something hopeful about planting a garden. The hope that looks forward to a beautiful, blooming future. So I will pore over Pinterest gardening boards. I’ll dream and plan, because that’s what winter is for. When spring arrives, I’ll be ready to start fresh.