When the ice storm hit a few months ago, I was very very sad to lose most of the pecan trees my late father had planted and grafted, including the best producer.
But as I puttered around pulling weeds yesterday I noticed a trade off. As those trees had grown, parts of the garden became shadier and shadier. So now, with the pecans either gone entirely or stripped nearly bare, the old climbing roses are blooming more fully than they have in decades. I had even considered pulling them out, but now they have made their case for staying.
A moral to the story? I know there is, just not sure how to put it in words. It reminded me of the cyclical long-term nature of gardening, and the pains and pleasures of knowing one garden for a long time. And also, the whole thing about silver linings, and closing doors/opening windows. I’ll miss the pecans, but enjoy the roses.
nature can be so brutal, Betty, and the scars is leaves often turn to beauty in time. Beautiful roses!
Betty!
It’s my first time over to your wordpress blog. Nice job!
Hope to see you posting more soon!
Lovely roses!