Gardening can be an addiction.
There is immediate gratification in a freshly weeded bed.
Waiting for seedlings to emerge, then watching them grow can be an exercise in patience.
The expectation of seeing flowers bloom in a regular succession satisfies a need for order in the universe.
I have been caught up in bringing order to my gardens. It brings peace and contentment to my life. In the meantime, the colorful show of spring flowers is slipping by. The blossoms have encouraged my madness, as I try to whip the yard into shape before the rains end and weeds are cemented into the hard ground.
Gardening is also a learning process, not an end product. I have sympathy for those who feel they must purchase a finished garden, and do not get to endure the trials and tribulations of the learn-by-the-seat-of-their-pants, passionate dirt person.
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Foxglove can be found in the wilds, but I brought it to my gardens on purpose.
They are so easy to care for and flower prolifically. But … they can be invasive. Darn 🙂
I actually transplanted many (over 100) to the not-irrigated, outlying areas. Not realizing how many little ones I left behind in the more carefully tended beds.
Yesterday, I noticed a few stalks that deer had carefully de-flowered. Although the wildlife will clear-cut tulips and roses as though they were chocolate, they merely prune a few foxglove. Unfortunately, I will have to dead-head soon, and again, and again to curtail millions more unwanted seedlings.
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I finally found the dirt in the foreground of these beds, while the weeds still proliferate in the back. Perhaps people who ready-order landscaping are not so stupid after all. Maybe it is me who insists on doing things the slow way. Lucky for me, rainy days are still here, and the ground is still soft enough to pull unwanted plants.