Early June brings a complete colour change in my garden. The palette has moved from pastel to primary colour. It starts with the poppies. They raise the crimson flag. In about a week's time all the early Bee-balm is blooming with intense red and interspersed with the yellows - Potentilla, day lillies and yarrow are getting ready to burst forth in a sunny blaze. I finally got it right and have the succession of blooming times happening.
Gardening is like painting but a whole lot slower. When you get it wrong you have to wait a year to see if you fixed it. That is the challenge. Gardeners are life's greatest optimists. We keep trying and believing that things will work out next time. That means we believe time is on our side, the weather will cooperate, the insect and animal world will be in check and the balance between our efforts and nature's forces will be in harmony etc. It rarely happens that way but when it fails we step back, survey the mess and say "I'll move this, transplant that, and add something new, so that next year it will be perfect. There is no "perfect" but we choose not to recognize that.
Gardeners are indeed optimists or just maybe a bit crazy!?
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.