I was only gone for a week.
I sometimes worry about what would happen to my garden if I was hit by the bus. I picture butterbur (Petasites japonicus) making a run for it across the sideyard and under the hedge to stomp their elephant-like feet all over the neighbors’ tidy beds of bedding annuals. I see flowering raspberry (Rubus odoratus) and the spineful autumn bearing raspberries popping up here, there and everywhere. Not to mention a skyline full of plume poppy (Macleaya cordata). In the backyard I imagine civil war between colonies of rice paper plant (Tetrapanax paperifer) and Tiger Eye sumac. I’m really not sure who would win that one but wouldn’t they look outstanding in a sea of purple perilla?
It’s all a little bit scary so I try not to ponder that particular what-if too much. And I definitely don’t regret inviting these guys (and so many others like them) into my tiny garden. Rather, I appreciate them for being the very plants that get me off my lazy aster and back out there day after day, season after season.
Do you have to reclaim your garden from the plants too?
kristin green | trench manicure 