I took a little break from the html coding and planted some double snowdrops that my friend Bub had potted up and given me on Thursday. Some people find the double ones grotesque, but I appreciate their intricate beauty. I decided to plant them near the variegated pagoda dogwood, which I hope is still alive. Bub also tucked in a few pushkinia, and I planted them in a corner of the Birthday Garden.
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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