Winter's getting long about now and I'm really ready for it to be over. Browsing plant catalogs and looking at photos from our garden in summer only make me pine for spring even more. It's the time of year when I get crabby just because of this. So let me apologize in advance for the forthcoming rant. You have been warned.
If I read another thing about design in the garden I think I'll scream. Okay, that may be a bit harsh, and I love to see beautifully designed gardens, but I just don't want to hear any more about how to do it. I'm a garden-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of gal and I doubt I could actually design a garden if my life depended on it. It stresses me.
When I walk into a garden center, rarely do I have a specific plant in mind for a definite space in my gardens. I may have seen a photo of a plant I liked and go looking for it, but I almost never know where I'm going to put it. I just want it. It will fit in somewhere. Does this make me a plant collector? And if so, what's so bad about that anyway?
Sometimes I plant something and later it's pretty obvious it's not in the right spot so it gets moved. No doubt if I did a little more planning, a lot of what's in my gardens would be bigger than it is because it wouldn't have suffered the stress of transplanting. But that's just not my style.
When I've had visitors to my gardens, they all have commented on how beautiful they are and I wonder if they're just being polite. If so, thank you! If not, thank you too! The biggest part of what makes gardening fun for me is simply growing beautiful plants and flowers in the space I've been allotted. Great garden design isn't something I even aspire to do. Is that bad?
I garden for my own enjoyment, no one else's. Sure, I love to have people visit our gardens and I like it when they compliment them. Who doesn't enjoy that? But in the end, it's me who spends the most time in them and if they make me happy, then it's all good.
Garden design be damned.
Author's note: I wrote the above about two weeks ago, when I was in a foul mood. (Could you tell?) I later thought it best that I didn't publish it, until Hanna over at This Garden is Illegal dared me to go ahead.
Reading it now, I feel I need to say that maybe I wrote it because I'm jealous of those that can put things together in gorgeous color combinations and lay their gardens out in structural sensations. I have great admiration and respect for gardeners like that. But I will never be one of them.