You know you have reached it when the peonies have gone by. This is when you gather up the good smelling rose petals in baskets so you at least have the scent to remember. It’s the period owned by weeds and vermin and bugs and disease and you know that if you want to maintain state you’d better carve out a big slice of time for doing battle and basic maintenance. It’s the least glamorous part of gardening .
This is when you really wonder why you insisted on growing hollyhocks (fungus loves them) or why you ever thought a lawn was a good idea (you could charge for parking if you paved it all over). You want to call an arborist in because every single ornamental tree you own has either holes or funny brown spots on the leaves.
Even the bird species are different. I am buying 40 pound bags of bird seed a week to feed crows and blue jays?
If you read my post on Age Envy you will realize I have a real dilemma here. 10 x 30 (calculated from the last smooth age of 21) hours worth of personal maintenance vs weeding in the garden.
When you see my dirty fingernails you’ll understand. I – choosing wisely - have a fighting chance with my garden. That much personal maintenance on myself would look scary and unnatural.
Which doesn’t prevent me paying good money to others. I have to have good hair.
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