I’m sure that I am not unique in becoming suddenly tired of the garden last year. That tiredness is a feeling I think many of us have after a long, hardworking spring and summer- when you just get tired of dealing with the beetles and slugs and underwhelming perennials and hail and drought.
Mine was a little worse than usual, for one silly reason. I lost my confidence. I had always enjoyed being a free-spirited gardener who is entirely self-taught. I greatly enjoyed sharing my enthusiasm with other people. And I think other people appreciated my enthusiasm, but I have high expectations of myself, and what I can do. When people disagreed with me, I took it uncharacteristically personally and started to lose my love of gardening.
What happened was that I forgot that gardens are a reflection of PEOPLE, not Nature. My garden is beautiful only because I make it so. And other people may not think it is beautiful at all. I cannot make other people garden as I do- or think as I do- and they have the right and fredom to do whatever they want with their own gardens (and thoughts).
And although I think that they plant things to closely together, too far apart, make bad choices on shrub sizes or locations or are altogether boring… who cares? I learned from trial and error and others might want to do the same thing. Trial and error in a garden is the only way to innovation. Really- it is the only way to innovation anywhere, but that’s another subject.
So now I am growing in my garden again. Both with flowers and as a person- and that is the real reason I am coming back to writing again. Yay Gardens! They can even save us from ourselves!
(p.s. Just so everyone knows that I haven’t gone all soft: I still hate orange mulch. And red mulch. You can put it in your garden, but you know what I am still thinking when I see it.)