Monday, January 03, 2011
It seems impossible that Christmas is past—yet the seed catalogs are pouring in, and the bulbs are emerging from the root cellar. It’s become the time of year when planning and anticipation of gardens to come slowly overtakes the winter doldrums.
I have no resolutions to offer. Basically, all the things I have been trying (and failing) to accomplish will received renewed efforts. Like:
-the conquering of the shady, root-filled front yard. I may hire a tree trimmer to get rid of some branches. That will help a bit. Then I will also have to hire someone to drill into the easeway to get some viciously aggressive groundcovers in there. Maybe I will have them drill some bulb holes as well.
-the perennialization of the rose/lily bed. It needs some tall plants that will harmonize—and not too many different species either.
-the addition of interesting shade perennials to the former monoculture of ferns and hostas.
And so on. I really just need to take the garden more seriously. So many things are out of control. The problem is that I secretly—or not so secretly—enjoy the chaos.