Afterthoughts
Daffodils on the table next to the laptop, I plan next year’s garden. It always seems wise to plan until the first heart melting primrose or wallflower grabs hold of me at the plant nursery and forgets to let go.
Afterthoughts make the garden special. For instance, last year I grabbed the crunchy rock-like bulbs of liatris that now grace the front garden and almost forgot to plant them. The year before that I stumbled upon lovage and rescued a little lilac that was waiting sad and lonely in the clearance corner after the end of year sale.
Two of my favorite roses, Blue Girl and Morden Blush, joined the shopping cart one very hot day in August at the worst possible time to plant. I bought a bleeding heart once and planted it where it didn’t thrive. Touched by the obviously tormented growth, I dug it upliterally at the last moment, divided it and planted it in five different places. Now I have a mass planting.
There is also the endless entertainment of itinerant snapdragons: last year they were five feet away from their current location. They are not the same snapdragons, of course, they just reseed easily, but they look the same, so it’s fun to watch them move around the garden as the years unfold.
Make a list of your most reliable perennials and think how they happened to your garden, you will be amazed at the randomness and circumstance that shapes beauty.
I got so caught up in my daydream that I was actually surprised when I looked out the window. My mind took a winter vacation and went to May.