As a gardener, I think my most difficult lesson is just that: let it roll, and there will be good times. I never did get to “cleaning up” the Nice Driveway but, hell if I can tell. It has all grown up and is a rockin’ and rollin’ just the same. (Okay, I did cut back the clematis and retied it to the trellis but other than that, nada.) Sometimes it is better to just let things roll, oui?
Here is an area I attempted to “control” this weekend. I sweat blood and tears for close to six hours. Unburied my poor Cypress yet again, not from ice, but from dreaded Bishop’s Weed.
Yes, I think the Cypress will appreciate air and light, and the wandering cat can no longer hide and pounce, and the edging is oh so nice, but honestly? I think it looks too “contrived” now. I am going to let this area roll for awhile to make a comeback – except for that Bishop’s Weed which I know will come back just as certain as death and taxes – THAT will be ripped from the earth, again!*@! I am reminded of an “infotoon” on Facebook, “Relax, nothing is under control.”
Now that I am gardening six days a week, I have learned a new strategy when it comes to my own garden. I make a goal – a small goal (like the area above), and I don’t deter. I put on my blinders and remind myself of today’s goal while I work away in my garden. There is so much that needs doing I find it necessary to remain focused on the task at hand. This approach is not as spiritual for me and I miss the days when I would set out into the garden and let it whisper to me what needs to be done. But now I contemplate is there really that much that needs my meddling – or can I just let the good times roll?
Hmmm, yes and no. This garden will definitely knock me around. It is so alive and amoebic, constantly shifting and engulfing, brushing my rock and roll hair. I like the Goat’s Beard. I need to release the Goat’s Beard from the bindweed (and plant that Misty Lace already)! Those violets are becoming violent!
The Flowering Raspberry is a blob-like creature all its own. See it devouring the poor Spicebush and even steadfast Oenothera – stand back!
Filipendula rubra, Queen of the Prairie, is overtaking the Serviceberry (a tree for god’s sake!) but I am looking forward to its cotton candy blooms. I believe last summer I was humming Oh Baby, Baby It’s a Wild World but this summer I am Letting the Good Times Roll – trading in that machete for a drum stick! I am learning to love the wild …
Let them leave you up in the air … Rudbeckia laciniata, or Cutleaf Coneflower, and Cup Plant, Silphium perfoliatum.
A somewhat recently “policed area.” Might as well put crime scene tape around that edge, eh?
Wild and unruly Clematis Virginia already tackling its new support. And hops, hopping to the roofline. If they’ve got thunder appeal let them be on your side …
This area is/was my next “goal.” Even a rock and roll song must undergo a little editing before its claim to fame.
I hope you will appreciate that I can have such a neglected, seedy and weedy area in my garden and still learn to love it!
And yes, I was going to achieve that said goal above. I was going to get out in the garden on the seventh day but the River was calling and afterall, it is summer. The garden will roll and grow on. Let the good times roll!