Well, against
my better judgement it is, but Mother Nature (she's been quite the cranky old bird this year) has her own ideas of how things should be run.
Fall. What is she thinking? 39F? Already? Seriously?
Sooo not a good joke.
You'd think my DH would learn...
Him: "Do you have to save everything?"I wait for the inevitable flustered gesture and accompanying eye roll.Me: "Ummm, let me think a minute." Polite pause as if I'd really consider such a nonsensical question. "Yes!"Resigned sigh as he grabs hold of the opposite side of the 8000 pound elephant ear/canna pot.Ahhh, the annual fall
bring-it-all-in dance.
Loverly!
Time to pinch, poke,
repot, dig, store, debug and
dedirt it all. Now, why are husbands/in-laws/neighbors/basic non-gardeners so slow to learn the yearly garden ritual of
ItMustAllBeSavedOrTheGardenGodsWillExactTheirRevengeNextYearOnTheEntireYard thing?
And then there's the
IMustNotFailToGetTheseSuckersToOverwinterOrI'mATotalFailureAsAGardener rule.
And, the
IfIOnlyStartOneCuttingItWillSurelyCroakAndI'llBe'WhateverPlant'PlantlessInSpringSo80
MustBeStarted rule?
Lets not mention the
MustStartEverySingleSeedICanGetMyGrubbyLittleHandsOn rule as it isn't quite time for that ... yet. (the saving of seed part is a whole '
nother ritual/rule thing entirely!)
Look, I like plants much (oh, so much) more than I like people. Yeah, so plants are a dime a dozen and cheap. So are people (yes both a dime a dozen and some I know could be considered to lean toward the tacky, cheapish side), but would you throw one of them on the compost pile because they were looking a tad
scraggly? Aside from the arrest and conviction thing, I mean.
Heh, thought not.
:)