We’ve come to the end of the season.
True, I’ll likely find a way to spend some hours puttering away over the next few months.
But for the most part gardening season is over.
There are a few end of the year tasks that create the ritual I call
“Putting the garden to bed.”
In the perfect garden universe
I would have time to do a complete weeding sweep through the garden.
Next would come a car load of manure
15 or 20 bags.
I’d cover the crown of each and every rose bush.
Providing winter warmth and slow release fertilizer.
The reward is new spring growth from the roots.
Hydrangea, Hosta and Hardy Hibiscus all get a good dose as well.
Next comes a “blanket” of leaves.
Remember the leaf rule.
Never…never…never put them on the curb.
Instead of raking them up
Mow them up.
This chops them into a perfect winter mulch for
John did this for me this fall as he mowed his fescue.
Fescue is a shade grass so the leaves fall …on the fescue.
What a gift this was.
Thank you John.
It’s also a good time for review.
I often make notes of what did and didn’t work.
What I’ve learned
How I’ll do it differently next time.
But this year the review feels more like
“What I learned during my 1st season of blogging.”
Technically, I’ve learned a lot – though I’ve got miles to go.
I think most of what I’ve learned is about myself.
For instance over Memorial Day I wrote of garden mentors.
About the “gumption” my mother gave me for gardening and for life.
What an incredible gift.
Courage to try everything.
She never read the instructions to anything.
I’m guilty of the same.
Just jump in and see where it takes you.
I’ve also learned that I have a low threshold for “weather whining”.
This is an historically bad weather year in about 9 different categories.
But really, folks.
Get over it.
I couldn’t end this first season without thanking many people.
So many of you have been encouraging with your compliments.
I love life in a small town.
It suits me.
Running into you around town
Sharing stories of our gardens
And our lives.
It warms my soul.
You may recall that I began blogging at the suggestion of a friend.
Amy grew up next door.
I’ve known her almost her entire life.
Recently, she came to lunch.
No longer the child I’ve watched grow.
She is a woman…wife…mother.
We have much in common as women.
We had lunch in the garden house.
Sharing stories of our current lives
And memories of her mother, Patti.
Thanks Amy, for the idea
And the encouragement.
And the friendship.
So…this will wrap up the first season of “In My Garden…tales from deep in my soil.”
I’ll be back in late winter.
Till then know that I’ve all ready seen the hope of spring.
Larkspur is sprouting everywhere!