the end of the gardening year
Today it snowed. It’s not the first snow of the year, but it is the kind that looks like it means it. It was not a pleasant snow, angry and wind driven, with drifts that blast your face with a shower of icy pellets.
Thankfully I managed to finish all my gardening chores, not a moment too soon, and though the landscape may be a frozen field going into year’s end, it will be a neat and tidy one.
The bulbs arrived while the weather was still warm, so I planted them. The leaves have been raked and picked up, the vegetable garden is all cleaned up, the trellises and pots are stored safely in the shed, I put away the hoses so they won’t freeze, every task is finished and I’m miserable: there will be no gardening until March, nothing but loathsome, dreary, cold and mucky days for months!
Planning? What planning? What is there to plan, how the foliage is going to emerge from the ground when the weather turns? The garden is already designed, if one can call the random mish-mash of perennials that happened over time design, it’s mostly maintenance now.
One always hears about the advantages presented by established perennial gardens, and I never thought I’d arrive to the conclusion that one of them, and the most often mentioned, was going to drive me to distress: they are self-sufficient. What am I for then?
Anyway, that’s next year’s problem, for now I’ll try to find a cozy place where I can completely ignore mother nature until spring. God I hate winter!