If I want any hope of getting a good night's sleep, one not filled with waking to thoughts of what needs to be done and what isn't getting gone, then I simply have to bite the bullet. I cannot express how relieved and happy I was to have Tony dig up that one bed, small thought it was. It is bordered on the top with rock that is all a hodge podge with weeds growing in and under them. He totally cleaned them out. Far better than I could ever have done. I cannot spray them as they line the falls from the biowell to the pond and I would be so worried about it getting in the water and killing my fish.
I was really bummed when my 'supervisor' from the botanical garden came over to pick up a piece of carpet we had that he could use on his redecorating. I had pulled a bunch, pretty much all the flowering annuals so I could dig the soil and replant with perennials that I can mulch around. Most people at least make kind comments about how pretty it is. Usually pretty sincere. He never said a word other than it was obvious that I do 'one offs' a lot rather than swaths of one kind of plant. I don't have the room for that I I love to try different plants to see if they will thrive. So, yes, I have a bit of a hodge podge. I was surprised at how down I felt. I mean, he has a degree in horticulture, and while he would mention the botanical names of my myriad collection, there was no tone of approval. Guess I will never grow up. Still wanting approval from teachers/superiors (or perceived superiors). And my garden is so special to me and is so much ME. sign
