It’s a strange dichotomy. The sole reason I have a garden is so I can enjoy its aesthetic and recreational benefits. My garden does not grow food, and it is not designed as a wildlife habitat (though they’re not discouraged). When I’m sitting in the garden, I may notice some design or maintenance issues, but for the most part, it’s perfect for what I need. It has flowers, scent, lush foliage, flowing water, art, and plenty of amenities for socializing (plus, someone just gave us a portable bar). But in the expectation of official visitations from garden tourists and other garden writers, suddenly, I’m all about the improvements. Over the last couple of years, I’ve been replacing hardscaping, ripping out beds, putting in new ones, and fussing over groundcovers. This is the year all that stops. If it’s good enough for me, it will have to be good enough for everyone else. These are easy resolutions to keep because they’re mostly what I do already.
So in 2015, I resolve to:
•Ignore weeds where I don’t think they’re doing any aesthetic or practical harm.
•Ignore all insect damage and do nothing, benign or otherwise, to prevent it.
•Buy and place huge full-grown plants, not bothering to take them out of their pots, in big gaps I notice right before Garden Walk. Do whatever with them afterwards.
•Ignore all the tall plants in front of the short plants
•Ignore big projects like the beds bordering the back alley that nobody really sees anyway.
•Ignore all the super-modern, spiffy-clean minimalist garden designs people keep posting in Facebook. In fact, think about blocking anyone who posts them, or at least clicking “I don’t want to see this.”
•Ignore … well you get the idea. This year I will live in the perfect garden, the one that only I see.