To plant. Two weeks is all I need to wait, then in go the nasturium seeds, the nigella, and sunflowers. On my window sill are zinnia seedlings, with an eighty percent success rate in their tiny cowpat pots. Outside will tell a different story. There, the dhalia tubers will be supplemented by new iris, and a few glads. Salvia will be transplanted, and I’ll try something new. And possibly another rose, one with a rich, swoon-worthy fragrance.
I have four little gardens;two in front, and two in back. I have scraped a bit more space out front and back as well. The first has the roses, and foxglove, delphinium, an odd hollyhock. I’ve created a sweet pea support which looks like a hocket net goal, while last year’s were twigs tiedhaphazardly. In the second are the herbs, lavender, and no tomatoes. Okay, maybe some future tomatoes in a pot. Maybe a square foot garden. One square foot only. One tomato plant.
In the back are the shade gardens that I’ve described in other posts.
I planted marigolds. They look lonely, the flowers with eight inches of soace in between. Will they really fill up? Every year my sun garden is different.
Why do we garden? I bought two sets of flats this month: the marigolds, and one of delicate cream blue violas. Putting them in the ground seems somehow too easy– that’s not gardening! Gardening for me has been using seeds and ti y transplants, building slowly, not sticking in pots of twenty-four or six.
I am thinking of color: cool and hot, as in Gertrude Jeckyll’s designs. I am thinking of the monent the carpet of blue in the shade appears, along with the dicentra alba. I am thinking of summer.