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April 11, 2005

There is a special kind of heartbreak

And it's not unique to gardeners.  It's also seen in pet breeders, as they watch their kittens and puppies go off to other homes.  It's the unknown fate. 

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It's the Star Magnolia just coming into bloom, and mister announcing he wants to move. 

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First blooms of yellow primrose.

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The future is fields of blue scilla.

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Tiny hepatica bud with coat hanger plant marker.

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Tete-a-tete daffodil. 

Mood: melancholy.

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You have to be an eternal optomist to garden. I'm working on my fourth (and I SWEAR my last)garden, having moved just about the time each garden really started looking like something.If you think you're going to move, start digging up anything you can and babysit the plants with friends,either in pots or in the ground in their garden, and after you move, never go back and visit your old garden (it will have been turned into a dog run).
Don

" having moved just about the time each garden really started looking like something."

Yep.

This is the first one that was a ground garden that I am leaving. The first land owned, not rented.

I do plan to pot stuff up. Decisions to be made. I'm already a pot-hoarder. I picked up a bunch of nursery pots from a landscaper that was tossing them.

The frustrating thing of all of this is the fact that I'm still registering the winter losses... So much stuff isn't up. Arrrgh!

"after you move, never go back and visit your old garden (it will have been turned into a dog run)."

Yeah, therein the heartbreak. There's a reason I don't work at the humane society. I want to save EVERYTHING. Just can't be done.

This journal will either be a total bore this year, or it might get really interesting. We'll see.

Time. Sigh. Time... never enough of it, as it is...

In my first garden, I left about twenty magnolias, some quite unusual types, which now, twenty-five years later would all be mature thirty foot trees, but in one of those terrible winters, rabbits girdled most of them. No, never go back.
Don

Oh. That's so painful. Ouch.

I have a source for a red magnolia - and Mark is determined to take our Stellata with us (he brought this one home one day from the nursery - it's as much his baby as mine.)

Regroup, rebuild, always improve...

The red isn't shown on the website, but their catalog is full of lovely stuff, and worth getting just for the enjoyment of browsing through it: Oikos Tree Crops

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