I have come to the realisation in recent weeks that planning
is an element of gardening that I have been severely lacking over the past year.
I seem to have bungled my way through this year’s planting by guesswork. This
has resulted in a number of consequences:
My Osteopermum have ended up hiding at the back of the
border behind a tall Penstemon. The Osteopermum is flowering its heart out, and
is a very striking colour – bright white with blue and dazzling orange centres –
but we can’t appreciate them because they are hiding at the back.
The Heucheras got a lot bigger than I imagined and have
dwarfed the cornflowers at the front of the border – in hindsight they should
have been planted further towards the back.
Thirdly, I have completely lost my lavender bushes somewhere
in amongst the Penstemon, Heucheras, Buddlejia and violas. A job I have planned
for the weekend is to don my exploring kit, go in search of them and lift them
out to live in pots where they should be a lot happier.
Fourthly, there is a definite absence of the colourful
displays I had imagined in my head when planting up the border. I completely
failed to consider flowering times when I planted any of the plants and so we
have ended up with a rather unimpressive, nay dull, display so far this year. I
have a feeling it will explode into colour in the next month and then fade away
all at the same time.
And lastly, I have developed a nasty habit of leaving jobs
half-done. I am fairly convinced that this is down to not having any real
structure to the way I work in the garden. The border is one example of this
slack work ethic: I started to clear the border and plant it up with new plants
but then stopped half-way through to work on the front garden. A family of mice
have now moved in to the un-cleared area of the border (which the cats are
taking a huge interest in) and now I feel terrible about heaving the mice out
of their new home. So the border remains unfinished and unkempt looking. While
the front garden (also unfinished) has half a chopped hedge in it and currently
looks like no-one’s lived there for three years (in fact, I got home last night
to find that someone had posted a little scrap of paper through our door which
had a phone number on it and a message to call the number for rubbish
clearance. Oh the shame!)
I have therefore decided that a small revolution needs to
take place in my gardening diary. There needs to be structure and plans…and
lists. I think a diagram or two may not go amiss either. Design is not my
strong point, I’m the first to admit, but I have a feeling that if I don’t make
some sort of effort to gardening slightly more intelligently and with more
forethought, I might end up with a garden that is mildly boring and
unimpressive, not to mention fit for the rubbish tip.