I sat on the patio last night and am currently enjoying it this evening. Have watered my plants, since the sprinklers go on only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And it’s Saturday, a blistering hot Saturday at that.
I can’t tell you how pleased I am with the new garden “look.”
Which brings me to describing the type of gardener I am. In one word: “Surgical.”
I understand plants are entitled to a certain life span, and I try to take that into consideration when planting them in the first place. BUT if I don’t get the results I’m seeking, then they’re out of here.
There are other gardeners who take a longer view. For instance, recently I chatted with a friend who wanted to remove a couple trees that seemed to be past their prime. She worked with a tree trimmer who agreed to prune the trees in question rather than remove them. He wanted to see if they could be saved.
Perhaps they could have, but that didn’t seem to be what my friend wanted to do. But if the trimmer didn’t want to give up on the trees that she no longer wanted he could have uprooted them and taken them elsewhere for salvation.
In my world the gardens are an ever-evolving terrain. I never plant the same annuals year after year. I move bushes and plants around at will. And I don’t wait for certain seasons to prune. What I do instead is talk to each plant, observe how it’s doing in a certain location, and promise to be there for them during this summer ride.
As long as the plant does it my way.
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