Just Another Adventure: Gratitude;
Gardeners Grabbed by Life-Altering Events
Seeing it Happen
One day you step into a cow pile, the next a patch of wildflowers. I actually found two days in my life when all flowed together. I felt so buoyant it was as though I was in a slow moving stream with a life preserver, just bobbing along. There was some good news concerning my health. Two back-to-back days of perfect weather and no errands to run, no doctor’s appointment, no distractions. What more could be asked for? I felt like I should thank the powers that arranged my opportunities to feel gratitude. Perhaps I should get the cover off the grill and offer up a burnt sacrifice.
I have been trying to see my garden through different eyes this spring. I walk the usual directions on the paths, then turn around and walk the same path in the opposite direction. A beginning of breaking a habit, of seeing my garden from a different perspective. It is still too early to see all the perennials emerge and fill out, but that may not be a bad thing. This way I can focus on the backbones of each section of the garden. After spending some time and thinking, feeling, my focus shifted to how and where to put the new thoughts into action.
Seeing too Much
At first I overwhelmed myself with all that I saw needing attention. After all, there was over three years of neglect to overcome. Then I remembered how to approach an insurmountable problem; one small section at a time. I walked the garden one more time and chose where I would begin. It was a well-defined area in the garden and of reasonable size. My guesstimation was about 4 to 5 days of focus in this one area. First the weeding, then rethinking the design, filling open spots and bringing in plants from other places in the garden, while removing a deceased Japanese maple.
A Japanese maple did not make it after five years from transplant and was preceded by another Japanese maple, then before that a native tree. All were in amended soil in a raised bed with a wet weather spring running beside the area. Perennials are doing fine in the area, but the trees have not and I do not have a clue. So, shifting gears I think I will choose one of those indestructible native trees. I am leaning toward a weeping cultivar of our native redbud (Cercis), Ruby Falls. That should kick in some drama.
I moved a clump of lilies to the base of the existing Japanese maple on the opposite end of the bed. The maple there has foliage that begins golden yellow and moves the yellow color into veins within brown-red leaves. The transplanted lily clump, that I have forgotten the name of, has strap-like undulating leaves and the flowers are Halloween-orange in color. Be interesting to see how the orange blooms pair up with the bright red-brown foliage of the maple.
I finally moved four clumps of Snowdrops (Galanthus, transplanting them near the three clumps of Adonis. I have be threatening to make that move for some years now. They are so perfectly matched in foliage and bloom I still wonder why I did not make the move long ago. Adonis has feathery bright green foliage and waxy bright yellow blooms. Snowdrops have strap-live foliage and white hanging bells for bloom. Both will quickly disappear after bloom and seed set, so I need to pair them up with something to take over the stage when they depart the current act.
Three existing ferns form the background to one section of the bed and I am considering one or three new ferns that have color besides green. Perhaps an autumn fern with its golden copper color.
There still some remaining species lilies clumps that are getting overgrown in their current location. Thinking Martagons with deep purple-black blooms to pick up the color of the new redbud tree foliage.
I am aware that science says there are friendly microbes, bacteria, assorted not-visibles in the soil that makes us feel good when we come into skin to soil contact. I am a true believer in that one. But when I get into my garden in perfect weather with lots of plans buzzing around in my head, what more could one ask of the day?
I sure am grateful my soul and I have one more day, today, to be as close to heaven one can be without becoming compost.