So many people seem to be complaining about the weather lately. Honestly, it drives me bonkers. How long have you lived on this planet? Weather is not predictable! And whoever promised you blue skies in May was not an authorized representative!
I live in the Northeast, where our weather changes seasonally, and also hourly. We dress in layers all year and never put our fleece pullovers away. Sometimes we don’t get spring, sometimes summers here suck, some winters are snow-less and some are blizzard after blizzard. That being said, this spring has been really nice. We’ve had some cold, some rain, some sweltering heat, and lots of sun as well. All this has been wonderful for the garden. I (obviously) am not a photographer. These pictures are the combination of a crappy camera and poor composition. But they are about love, garden love, so I post them with pride. And with these piss-poor-pics, my gardening manifesto. Happy spring!
Here are my somewhat non-conformist philosophies about gardening:
I reject the concept of ‘weeds’.
I believe there should always be a few wild, tangly areas (for the fairies to play in) that are left untouched.
I welcome plants which are ‘intrusive’ and ‘self-sowing’.
I rarely dead-head, I use no chemicals and I give no special treatment ( I am a low-maintenance chick and I have a low-maintenance garden).
If a kid (or several kids and a dog) can’t play somewhere, it is no kind of garden.
There is beauty in every growing thing.
I believe in knowing the proper name for every plant in my yard. And hopefully, a little history about it as well.
I sometimes daydream about the kinds of gardens I see in magazines, or the kind I imagine when I read storybooks to my children. But even those sculpted, perfect places hold no more magic for me than my own dandelion-dotted lawn.