Gardening is hope. And forgiveness. And love. Reading gardening books and talking with my gardener friends tells me that there are some things that are common to all gardeners.
We look at our gardens with the eyes of love. Most of the time, we see things not as they are, but as they would have been in a state of perfection. And therefore the new advice is to photograph your garden and look at it as if it is not yours. But most people I know do not do that. Why would you want to consciously seek out warts in the face you love?
And there is always a next time. No matter what you do, the garden does not hold a grudge. The year rolls around, and you get a second chance.
And right now, I am plumb in the middle of the season of Hope. The Monsoon. That magical time when a broomstick stuck into the ground will put out shoots. Mian bought me a jar of rooting hormone powder (that most romantic of men- he knows what will get his wife weak-kneed!) and I have been going a little crazy. Lavender, rosemary, roses, hydrangeas- next year, my garden will be lush!
Here are photos:
|Lavender and rosemary. For the south wall in the yard.|
|Hydrangea. I tried rooting cuttings for three seasons but they all rotted on me. This time, I filled the planting hole with sand for drainage. They are alive so far. What did I say about forgiveness?|
|Doesn't look like much,but there are 14 plants of 5 different types in there!|
|Lily bulbils. Mrs.L gave me scores when she learnt I don't have any tiger lilies. In 3 years, my garden will be on fire!|