Henry Ford once said “The only real mistake is one from which we learn nothing”. This summer I learned a lot from my garden.
1.Not fertilizing my planters enough. At the greenhouse they are fertilized with a dilute solution almost daily. We usually tell people to fertilize once a week or so with a slightly stronger shot of blue water. I didn’t. I knew better, but I just didn’t. My flower pots looked pretty anemic by August. Next summer I won’t forget.
2.Not cutting back perennials. A lot of gardeners like to use perennials because they don’t need to be planted yearly. We trade a shorter bloom window for less $$ on plants and less maintenance. However our perennials will reward us handsomely with just a little additional care. Cutting back spring bloomers like salvia, catmints, penstemon and the like after the main flush often will pay dividends of additional blooms, and certainly a more manageable habit. I saw Arkansas blue star cut back at the Penn State field trial this summer. There it has a cute, mounded habit, without affecting its airy, graceful texture or great yellow fall color. Mine, however, is falling over. Cutting back fall-bloomers like asters, mums, monkshood, and anemones will greatly improve their habit and prevent taller varieties from flopping. Do this by the 4th of July and blooming shouldn’t be affected.
3.Not watching what I was weeding. While working in my beds this summer I was always careful to wear gloves to protect my hands from briar and potential poison ivy. However I did pull long ropes of what I thought was Virginia creeper out of our dogwood trees. The next day I had poison ivy in “ropes” up arms and legs, as well as my cheeks and neck. After a ten day course of steroids and half a bottle of calamine lotion, I learned a lot from this experience.
4.Not taking enough time to smell the roses. We have gardens for many reasons. The greatest of which should be our own enjoyment. So many times this season I breezed past a monarch on a coneflower or the tree peonies in bloom without marveling at their simple beauty. Much has been made of out America’s obsession with “busyness”. I, like many mothers of young children, also suffer from this trap. We find ourselves scurrying to squeeze in one more activity, or a quick trip to the store before bed. How much richer my life would be if I sat in the dirt to watch a line of ants marching their winding way through the garden with Liam. Next summer will be different.
I don’t make New Year’s resolution; I don’t smoke, and I’m not one for the gym. But this year I’ll make some gardening resolutions- hopefully I can learn from last summer’s mistakes.
Last week I was pulling Canada thistle on the farm, and lamenting that this weed was the bane of my existence. A customer casually remarked that they don’t see it too much in North Jersey, but noticed lot around here, especially in meadows and roadsides.