'Tis the best time of the gardening year. This time. The March/April convergence.
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
(So priketh hem Nature in hir corages);
( From: The Prologue, The Canterbury Tales
Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400)
We can return to the garden with hope as the brutal edge of the Summer heat softens.
"I is coming boys and girls. Get procreating."
I ran out of nursery supplies and ordered in another 150 of my favored 90mm pots. Like some matron in a maternity hospital I'm in the baby business.
I have a plan...and bassinets.
I'm growing new plants firstly for myself and my own garden. But I'm also planting seed for the school garden and hope to run a regular plant stall at the local monthly market.
In that mix is my Vetiver project as the Vetiver Grasses and I get to know one another.
They have not disappointed me and have 'come on' keenly with the passing of the brutal heat.
1 Vetiver slip + Time = 12-15 Vetiver stems/slips [DIVIDED] = 12-15 new Vetiver plants+Time [DIVIDED] =144-225 Vetiver plants... ...and so it goes.
With the horrors of Summer behind me it's all green thumbs up.
Mother Nature and I are canoodling and my midwifery skills are improving.
With annuals every new garden is a surprise. you can have several every year. Over Summer aerial activity was light except for the passion fruits which love our soil.Now with many and various beans aloft and Caccucia beginning to thrive I have lift off.
Outback is beginning to crowd.
So I cut back with Mr Sickle. Slash the Canna. Slash the Dog Bane.Break off Frangipani branches with my two bare fingers. Swashbuckling here. Lunging there.
Makes for great mulch.
Nothing leaves the backyard. Maybe one day, not even me.
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