A group of ladies from the local garden club will tour the various gardens here tomorrow. They shall also receive a talk from me, concerning geranium propagation. Such events always make me a little nervous.
I’m not the least concerned about the geranium talk. I’ve delivered it before, and know of what I speak. No, it is the condition of the gardens that bothers me. I can tell you that there is nothing like a pending tour to make one aware – and shockingly so – of the imperfections of one’s own turf.
For instance, at the very center of my 14-foot tall arborvitae hedge, there stands a lone, and most definitely dead, arborvitae. It is being replaced next week, but how do I excuse such a thing during the tour? Do I borrow a line from Monty Python, and tell the ladies that it is “merely resting?”
The Woodland Garden is another issue. Its focal point is a frog pond with a lovely waterfall. But there will be no waterfall tomorrow. The very expensive pump that moves the water has stopped working. The frogs don’t seem to care, but what about the ladies?
Then there are the insufferable weeds. Frankly, every bed here has been weeded and weeded, but they are still popping up each time I turn my back. What can I do?
Well, I shall do nothing. Gardens are not about “perfection.” They are, rather, about color, texture, design, and a sense of uniqueness. Hopefully this is what the garden group will remember from their time here. (If nothing else, they will learn how to make a zonal geranium bloom with utter exuberance indoors, during winter.)
Now, I really must get back to weeding…I’ll come up for air every now and then to check for comments.