The eclectic gardener confesses: “I admit to engaging in a bit of shameless crowing. A ripe tomato in June!” But she makes up for it by sharing her guidelines for “the particular style of understatement peculiar to gardeners.” I have to admit I’m not very good at understatement. But at least I’ve never cackled.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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