We are in the midst of a heatwave and haven’t had any rain in weeks and weeks. My clematis are mostly surviving but they would prefer rain over what I can provide with the hose. The roses have loved the heat, but they desperately need some good dead heading before any guest appears here. So for the last week or so, clematis and roses are on the decline. There are a few plants (who am I kidding? “Lots” of plants) that need to be placed in the ground but the weather prevents me from doing so. Things are a bit discouraging out there with the brown crunchy grass and all the “I should…” tasks.
Suddenly yesterday things changed — as if I were no longer in charge. I think of our property as ‘my’ garden, but really, nature has taken charge with a will of its own. The summer plants and blooms appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Some of them are back whether I want them or not! I do nothing to cultivate them. For example, take a look at my laneway. It is gorgeous at this moment covered in weeds. I’m supposed to hate it. Common toadflax they say…a noxious weed. But what’s not to love here?
Similarly the pink poppies. My friend Judith gave me a little seed for them years ago when we lived in a different home in the city. They seem to have followed us when we moved here fifteen years ago. I remove many each year, but a few are quite nice I find.
And then recently this sign appeared in a wildish area where I mow a path. I suspect I’ll never discover the resolution to this story! The sign looks very official, but it has a wooden stake, not a metal one. For now it is propped against the Clematis/vegetable garden fence.The message to slow down is a reminder that gardening isn’t only about weeding and watering, but pausing and admiring what nature created – with just a little coaxing from us. But beyond this, I see the garden as a partnership with memories, emotions, and discoveries.