The season of waiting...

[j_cheney]

Ladybug nestled amid the Gold-and-Silver Chrysanthemum

This time of year becomes a season of waiting in the garden. I wait to see what seeds germinate, and then wait to try to figure out what I had planted there (I've got a souple of spots where I just don't remember what I put down last fall). I wait to see if any of the foxglove seed sprouts.

I wait to see if the transplanted things settle in, and if those expensive bare-root geraniums make it out of the ground. I wait for others to bloom in hopes of classifying them. I wonder if the carolina geraniums (which are native geraniums, and therefore considered a weed) can cross pollenate with my non-native beauties...

I wait for things to flower: the weigelas, the azaleas, and the irises.

There's little work to be done out there now that the front yard project is finished. I'll plant some forced tulips and amaryllises, perhaps do a bit of weeding (which is hard when I'm not sure if I planted something there.)

But mostly I wait, walking around the damp garden looking for signs of progress, signs of life. I'll water on occasion. But for the next few weeks, it's a waiting game, and I have no choice but to play it.

Comments

[jess-ka.livejournal.com]

Gardens and writing submissions...

[displacedtexan.livejournal.com]

So, you're In The Gardening Void?

[justin-pilon.livejournal.com]

But I do believe the garden is a happier kind of waiting, no?

[musingaloud.livejournal.com]

It's my favorite time of year. Taking a walk every morning through the garden to see what's sprouted/flowered. Why is that so fascinating?

BTW, the heuchera. The reason why the name you mentioned a while back was so familiar was that I do, yes, I do have that one (now I can't recall the name!), but that wasn't the one I was thinking of. The one I just bought was Tiramasu. :-)

[jjschwabach.livejournal.com]

Here we are just beginning to see the forsythia coming out. It is a long time to irises. Though we have green blades poking up. And my tulips are coming along. Not blooming yet, no. Some have daffodils. My neighbor across the street has daffodils. I do not yet have buds. Though perhaps tomorrow I should check out the back forty and see if the wild ones are up. Out front, what I've got are paperwhites, and aside from being a little later, they also had a side-walk-related trauma last year. In that when the sidewalk was removed with the Murder of the Maple, the bulbs were exposed. I did the best I could for them and fed them mulch-of-former-maple, and they seem to have survived, but they are not as perky as they were.