In taking a survey of what we call the garden, a smallish
area with plants we love, I realize that I have, for too long, been gardening
like the squirrels do – planting here and there, not marking anything, and
ultimately not knowing at certain times where what is.
We really cannot complain about the garden, even now, this
late in the year, because the temps have been mild (actually mild to hot), and
we are finally getting rain, so that right now there is this one wonderful
bearded iris blooming, a purple next to the gold of the Mexican mint marigold,
some of the zinnias are still pleasing the butterflies, and there are a few
marigolds and periwinkles and chrysanthemums.
And the spider lilies have finished blooming, as well as the
rhodophiala, or fall amaryllis, and they are sending up their foliage, so I
know where they are. The Dutch iris are
already sending up foliage too.
But my dilemma is that there are still tempting spaces and I
want to plant something, such as a pansy or a dianthus, either of which will
bloom all winter, but I fear digging into an area and damaging beloved
bulbs.
So I’ve started photographing certain areas so that perhaps
at least in the spring I can know where to put what. On the other hand, in the spring it always
becomes a delightful surprise when something blooms that I had forgotten in the
haste of life.
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