I read recently that nature is no gardener except in the high alpine regions. You have to be tough to survive up there; fierce wind, little precipitation and short summers. All this makes for small, low growing plants who flower and make their seed within a few weeks. All stays neat and tidy.
|Norton lakes, Idaho|
Apparently Texas isn't as tough, as we who live here, think it is. I pull out hundreds of mother natures misplacements. I wonder who would win if I just let them do their thing. Would it be the trailing wine cup. This one in the sunken garden is threatening to take over skullcaps and blackfoot daisies. I need to get it out of there but removing that turnip sized root from between the sandstone will not be an easy job.
Or maybe the takeover would be by plains coreopsis, Coreopsis tinctoria. I could just imagine my septic field covered with their blooms but somehow, no matter how many seeds I put out there they don't want to grow.
And then there are the blanket flower,Mexican feather grass, mealy blue sage. This is after I tidied up a little.
And the bluebonnets. They would much rather grow where I don't want them in the English garden.
So what will be the new me? Limited plants in the pathways. Just enough plants to trap debris when we have heavy downpours. The drains have to be protected.
I have been mulling over this for almost a year but recently I hurt my back. I think it was in a weakened state from years of gardening and the act of pulling out a root, which gave way, and falling backwards had me incapable of moving for 3 days. Now I am doing exercises every day. Something I should have been doing every morning for years. Tidiness is arriving on my doorstep very late in life but I am determined to make the move. I made my start in the vegetable garden. I'm even amazed myself at how much better this looks with most of the plants removed from the pathways.
As I mentioned I have to leave a few so that when we get a heavy downpour any debris will be trapped among the plants and not block the center garden drain.
I can now walk unimpeded to the water garden to admire my latest blooms.
Yes, I am beginning to like the new, old me.