|Cover of the Glinda of Oz (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
This is the time of year when Glinda and I pretty much throw up our hands and say “Oh to hell with it.” We sort of make sure things stay watered, we pick whatever is out there to pick (what the #@!!%&ing squrrels don’t take bites out of) and start thinking more about next year’s garden. Next year will be different, it’ll be better.
We do have plans, it’s not like this is all airy-fairy wishful thinking. We have plans backed up by research. We know when things need to be moved. (Roses in the spring, virtually everything else in the fall.) We try hard not to notice the powdery mildew on the lilac while we plan our pruning strategy. We change the plants in the front of the house to reflect the seasonal change and try not to notice that our flag holder is still hanging off the wall by one screw. So attractive.
Our 101 year old neighbor told us to plant tomatoes where Buffy was. I think he’s probably spot on so we’re already planning what varieties we’ll put there. He keeps telling us to prune down the nectarine (He thinks it’s a peach.) so it’ll be full of fruit next year. We need to drown the thing in nematodes for that to happen since we have peach borer, but yeah, we’ll prune back more this winter. It doubled in size after the last pruning so this time we’ll be savage. We hope we’ll have beautiful nectarines for him next year.
We’re trying not to think too hard about what’s wrong with the grapes. They’re terrible this year and frankly I’m about ready to pull the vine out and put more roses in. They do well in that bed which is more than I can say for the grapes.
Gardens are about ups and downs, they’re about cherishing what works and pulling out what doesn’t. Probably the best thing they teach us is that we can’t begin to control nature so we have to learn to live in harmony with it. More people should garden.