Some Gardening Goes Unrealized
Getting rid of more stuff, I realized that part of my angst is about gardens that now, with moving to a condo, will never happen.
I will never plant that small but select rose garden, using only fragrant roses.
I will never try growing clematis through the evergreens that line the edge of my tiny backyard.
I will not have a garden filled with differing varieties of rudbeckia.
There are many years that I paid little attention to my small garden, letting it hobble along on its own, but I loved the naturalized foxgloves, the herb patch, and especially the daphne odora bushes, with their fragrant flowers that reminded me of Sacred Heart Elementary School in Portland, where we girls would break off the little flowers and tuck them into the buttonholes of the Pendleton jackets we wore over our uniforms.
I always had bigger plans, plans to make it independent of watering ( I got a long way on that), plans to fill it with flowers at spring, summer and fall (less successful, but I did have a few plants for each season).
I would not have thought that the garden was something I would shed tears over.