'Tis the best time of the gardening year. This time. The March/April convergence.
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures sooteContinue
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,
No surprise that I also had a rough Summer.
Ran out of mulch. The plants crisped up.Weeds took over. Too hot to toil...
Best consequence was that my clay pots kept the strong rooted mature annual plants alive. Seedlings, on the other hand,died.
Maybe I did get the shade I yearned for but losing my mulch supply line was a tragic disaster.
I have planted many frangipanis among the beds.The mower folk are back dropping off the lawn…