It has been a hot, dry month and a half, and my beloved 'children' have been taking the brunt of it: while others are praising the extension of Summer, inside I scowl like a petulant wolf. I want rain! I want temperatures in the low teens. I want! I want! I want!
I didn't pay as much attention to the garden this season as I would have liked, but it would appear that my body has caught up with my age. I pride myself on walking to work every day and up until recently I was down to just over twenty minutes each way. It's a gorgeous walk on one of the local Cataract trails that used to be a railway line so it's quite tranquil. The river flows beneath one of the two bridges along its length, and if I am lucky I will catch a glimpse of the resident Great Blue Heron - on other days its likely to be a fly fisherman. I've learned that you do not take either of these sightings for granted.
I have been dealing with lower back issues for the last year, but this year in particular I went through a period where it seemed no matter what I did, I was causing myself discomfort of one sort or another. My right leg has also been aggravating me more than I would like - this I can attribute to genetics - a family with weak knees! [Not just wrists! LOL!] Of course, at the end of the day, I howl if only to hear myself! I am very lucky to have mobility, and when morning comes, I great each day knowing that the rewards of a bit of pain far outnumber the few hours a day when I cringe in pain. But back to the garden....
My plant budget, for perhaps the first time ever, was actually pilfered earlier in the year so that I could purchase a new leather satchel. My murse was simply not large enough to carry my Macbook Air to and from hort presentations. It might well have been the eighth sign of the Apocalypse! I attribute part of this surplus to finally coming to the realization that my property is not getting any larger, and adding more plants only results in my losing track of where they are planted. Its a dichotomy of emotions - blissful frustration when you stumble upon something that you forgot you planted three years ago, only to discover that its half the size it should/could be thanks to an overzealous neighbouring plant that is all but smothering it! I also think I am at a point in life where I am content in being able to sit back and enjoy the garden oasis that I have created for myself. It might sound greedy, but its true: at the end of the day my garden is for me! My family gets to share in its beauty, but for me its the closest thing to a 'family' that an introvert like myself is likely to aspire to, and I am more than happy as such. More and more I find myself more comfortable and at ease in my garden than I do in public situations. I love my job, but it is tied intrinsically to the garden, and so I spend most of the time away from my garden discussing plants. It's taken half a century for me to realize that your life can be about that which you are most passionate about. Alas, once again I digress! [Get him talking about plants and he's never going to stay on topic!]
I've been slowly increasing the number of plants in a small circular bed that I created three years ago at the base of a golden Metasequoia - 'Ogon' - in the hope of it becoming a memorial ring for my Grandmother, Father, and close friend, all of whom have passed yet were each, in their own unique way, instrumental in my life. You can see in the photo above of just how golden it remains throughout most of the gardening season. It is susceptible to scorch, but with a weekly misting, he seems to be happy.
I was gifted with the appearance of a trio of mesmerizing Meconopsis blooms two years ago, but had since lost the plants to our hot, dry summers, not to mention the fact that this most temperamental of 'Holy Grail' perennial selections is notoriously monocarpic - it blooms, and usually dies that winter. If you are lucky enough to get seed, you stand a slim chance that it will germinate. A bit of a heartbreaker this one can be, but if you're as obsessed with the colour blue as I am, you keep adding new ones year after year - almost as if they are in fact an annual. Shhhh. Such blasphemy might cause the newest ones to shrivel and die purely from spite!
And so we move into September. There is rain in the forecast for overnight and tomorrow, but of course it didn't stop me from dragging out the hose to water the kids. So much burn and browning, and premature leaf drop. Thought about posting a few pics, but I am sure I am not the only one battling the drought like weather here in Ontario. Onward and upward. It'll soon be time for me to start thinking about ordering trees - and I do not mean the ornamental deciduous kind, but that other one, ubiquitous with being decorated in December - but I will focus on my new children for the next while, making sure that they are happy in their new homes. Not to put any pressure on them, but next Spring my focus will be solely on that simple ring of plants!