Ripping out the gardens
Oct. 2nd, 2005 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My gardens have mostly been a failure this year. Many of my perennials failed to come back this at all in the spring: the echinachea, the dianthus, the speedwell. The bed of irises I planted with such hope in the alley behind the garage (a bed of forty roots) never came up at all. The only thing that thrived were the impatiens in the front, and the basil in the vegetable garden. The geraniums in the white planters were fair (better, certainly, than the petunias I tried there last year). I didn't get a single tomato this year. Not sure whether this was because of the heat, because I eventually gave up watering and fertilizing them or because neighborhood boys stole them off the vines for green tomato fights. Could be all of the above.
By July, I had truly given up. I had planted violas in little aluminum tubs on the front porch, which looked lovely for awhile, but died once the heat set in. I did try for awhile, but eventually stopped trying to keep up with watering the hanging pots, leaving the lobelia to perish miserably. I gave up weeding. Today, I started trying to wrestle back the ground for our team, which meant ripping out tons of really muscular weeds, weeds on steroids, weeds brandishing Kalishnakovs, weeds that have claimed that this patch of ground is theirs and sneer at me don't even think of setting foot here, babe. This here is our turf now.
I emerged victorious in the strip by the garage. I had attempted to plant a wildflower garden; nothing came up but weeds. Now it is stripped bare, tilled with a hand rake, and covered with mulch.
The vegetable garden was more of a total rout, alas. I discovered dozens of slugs under the weeds, and got only about a third of the unauthorized greenery ripped out. I executed a strategic retreat and limited myself for awhile to ripping weeds out of the cracks of the concrete area behind the house. This gave me the illusion for awhile that I was accomplishing something.
I took a break for a couple of hours, and then geared up again and attempted to ambush the enemy in the pink garden at the south side of the house. Yes, there is an elm tree growing right smack in the astilbe, and it has gotten so big that I am not sure I can get it out. I feel like a fool for letting it get so large. What was I thinking? Purple loosestrife has been waging a stealth campaign there, and even though I ripped great quantities of it up, little purple berries are scattered all over the soil now, like landmines.
I feel like sheepish and ashamed of the state of my yard, like I have exhibited a failure of character. I had planted seedlings in the basement with such eagerness this spring, setting up grow lights to make them grow--such ambition! Such hubris! The mice got the lion's share before I even got them into the ground. And now this is all I have to show for it: black garbage bags bulging with weeds, and slugs rampaging all over the pitiful remnants of the stunted beets and strawberry bed.
There is lots more to do, and I am quite depressed about the whole thing. When I am at my gloomiest, it feels like a metaphor the state of my life. I had such plans, but I didn't keep up with the weeding, and now there is nothing to do but clean up the mess, with no hope that things will be better next year.
By July, I had truly given up. I had planted violas in little aluminum tubs on the front porch, which looked lovely for awhile, but died once the heat set in. I did try for awhile, but eventually stopped trying to keep up with watering the hanging pots, leaving the lobelia to perish miserably. I gave up weeding. Today, I started trying to wrestle back the ground for our team, which meant ripping out tons of really muscular weeds, weeds on steroids, weeds brandishing Kalishnakovs, weeds that have claimed that this patch of ground is theirs and sneer at me don't even think of setting foot here, babe. This here is our turf now.
I emerged victorious in the strip by the garage. I had attempted to plant a wildflower garden; nothing came up but weeds. Now it is stripped bare, tilled with a hand rake, and covered with mulch.
The vegetable garden was more of a total rout, alas. I discovered dozens of slugs under the weeds, and got only about a third of the unauthorized greenery ripped out. I executed a strategic retreat and limited myself for awhile to ripping weeds out of the cracks of the concrete area behind the house. This gave me the illusion for awhile that I was accomplishing something.
I took a break for a couple of hours, and then geared up again and attempted to ambush the enemy in the pink garden at the south side of the house. Yes, there is an elm tree growing right smack in the astilbe, and it has gotten so big that I am not sure I can get it out. I feel like a fool for letting it get so large. What was I thinking? Purple loosestrife has been waging a stealth campaign there, and even though I ripped great quantities of it up, little purple berries are scattered all over the soil now, like landmines.
I feel like sheepish and ashamed of the state of my yard, like I have exhibited a failure of character. I had planted seedlings in the basement with such eagerness this spring, setting up grow lights to make them grow--such ambition! Such hubris! The mice got the lion's share before I even got them into the ground. And now this is all I have to show for it: black garbage bags bulging with weeds, and slugs rampaging all over the pitiful remnants of the stunted beets and strawberry bed.
There is lots more to do, and I am quite depressed about the whole thing. When I am at my gloomiest, it feels like a metaphor the state of my life. I had such plans, but I didn't keep up with the weeding, and now there is nothing to do but clean up the mess, with no hope that things will be better next year.
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Date: 2005-10-03 12:38 am (UTC)My poor brother-in-law had just put in a new terraced garden in his back yard last spring and just EVERYTHING whithered up and died.
It's really quite frustrating for everyone.
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Date: 2005-10-03 01:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-03 02:07 am (UTC)The trick, I have finally decided in some despair, is to choose unkillable plants. When the catalog says "Needs a little extra attention", walk away. If it says "invasive"? THAT's your baby.
Daylilies are good in sun; hostas in shade.
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Date: 2005-10-03 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-03 06:38 am (UTC)"Well, I love the way the world is your garden
And you plant your seeds and you let them grow
And you dig things out of the ground just like
You'll take what comes, but you never know--"
(Dar Williams, "What do you love more than love?" The Green World)
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Date: 2005-10-03 02:32 am (UTC)Don't worry--the good thing with a garden is that there's always next year. Now, especially, soon all the plants will be sleeping in their beds, and you can be gearing up for a fresh start.
About the elm--I have some maples that somehow got away from me. I just cut them off as far down as I could and cut the new sprouts as they come out. Eventually it will give up. You just have to be more stubborn than it is.
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Date: 2005-10-03 02:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-03 03:19 am (UTC)I have, though, experienced the like of your battles on the weed front. My nemesis is Charlie. Creeping Charlie. Next year I'm planning on putting in some Canada Anemone in areas most neglected by me and taken over by Charlie. The CA is said to be invasive so i'm hoping it will hold its own against Charlie and spread to be a more attractive and desirable ground cover.
Best of luck in your endeavors and remember, soon everything will be covered in a pristine blanket of snow. When the Spring comes, it's a new beginning for all of us.
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Date: 2005-10-03 03:28 am (UTC)I'm hoping that next summer will be better.
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Date: 2005-10-03 03:46 am (UTC)Oh, yes, and you know your microwave fudgy cake you posted about once upon a time? Betty Crocker mimicked you- you can now by little kits of mix and a microwavable bowl to make chocolate cake, brownies, and the like.
I have a friend that is going through the same sort of pre-SAD gloom- she's also a big gardener, and says that on the one hand putting the gardens to bed keeps her busy and she doesn't dwell on the feelings coming on, yet putting the gardens to bed is gloomy in and of itself. The winter doesn't hit me hard until February- gods that month is bleak to me, but until then, I revel in the autumn changes.
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Date: 2005-10-05 03:36 am (UTC)1. basil leaves
2. chopped garlic
3. chopped pecans (I know you're supposed to use pine nuts, but pecans are easier to find and a perfectly adequate substitute, in my opinion)
4. olive oil
5. chicken broth (I use water mixed with Wylers crystallized bouillon--the point is to use more broth and less olive oil, to lower the fat content)
and
Parmesan cheese
Throw it all in a blender and puree it to the consistency you want. Then I drape a ziploc baggie open over a measuring cup, pour the pesto in, seal the baggie, and throw it in the freezer.
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Date: 2005-10-03 04:56 am (UTC)I fear I've been a bad pot mother this year, too. It's just too hot for pot plants. I can make
Slugs really do go for beer slug traps. Would the girls enjoy building a slug trap? Or are bugs icky?
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Date: 2005-10-03 11:56 am (UTC)I'm glad I don't have a garden, because when I did it rapidly became a jungle.
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Date: 2005-10-03 12:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-04 07:58 am (UTC)"I feel like sheepish and ashamed of the state of my yard, like I have exhibited a failure of character."
I love the way you write!
I just ripped out my summer garden, too: the unproductive summer squash, leaves slimed with mold, the how-did-they-get-so-homely nasturtiums...
May I add you as a friend? It would be a treat to read your posts in my flist.
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Date: 2005-10-04 11:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-04 04:36 pm (UTC)The upside is that I got my backyard certified as a Backyard Wildlife Habitat (nwf.org) and, since we are on the edge of town, it means I can leave my backyard entirely in
weedsnative plants!Mind if I friend you, too?
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Date: 2005-10-04 10:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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