In the Garden

I just realized that it’s been awhile since I posted anything on the progress of the garden, now that it’s turning into a garden, rather than an assortment of plants sitting around waiting for the fence to be done. Basically, the focal point of my garden is the Japanese maples which were left by the previous tenant. They were bursting their pots, so I had to get them into the ground. I think that one of them might not make it; I’m going to leave it in until spring and see how it does. The others seem to be doing well, and they will look a lot better when I prune and shape them in the spring. Likewise with the peach; whoever lived here before basically didn’t do anything with it, and I think it will be productive and happy once it is properly pruned and fed.

In one part of the garden, I planted groundcover. Blue star creeper by the fence, and corsican mint in the front, so that I can walk on it. My advice to you if you’re thinking about planting groundcover is this: don’t be lazy. Put down a weed barrier first. Or you will spend the rest of your life weeding around and in the groundcover and you will be fighting weeds forever. That said, the groundcover is really starting to spread, and I think it’s going to end up looking really good.

In the front of the garden, by the gate, I planted a hodgepodge of stuff. I have disgustingly bright, cheerful flowers lining the path, with a blanket of primroses running up to the fence. Well, not a blanket yet, because they haven’t spread, but it will be a blanket. Likewise with my patch of lobelia, if I can ever get it to take off. Then I planted a lemon verbena bush, which smells awesome, along with lavender and some lantanas which will hopefully creep around and turn into an awesome low bushy shrub thing.

Wow, that’s a lot of plants. I think that the garden looks really good, though. My hope is that everything will start running wild and I will end up with a profusion of plants and color and good smells. I also have a lone watermelon plant, which I can’t bring myself to tear up. It’s from one of the many watermelon parties this summer; we spit the seeds off the porch and apparently watermelon seeds will, you know, grow when they are buried under dirt and watered. I think that the watermelon will die in the winter, but meanwhile I’m letting it live, since it’s not really in the way.

My main problem with gardening is my sense of impatience. I want everything to be gigantic now, and it’s not. But it is fun to watch things slowly spreading, as the creepers stretch out tendrils and the flowers put out fresh buds when I nip them. If only I can stay on top of the weeding, things will look pretty awesome, come spring.