One week in and I haven’t killed anything yet. This is a good sign. I can’t say there weren’t some close calls: Rudbeckia foliage breaks easily, and I am an oafish fumbler even when I am not wearing gardening gloves. I am also on the large side, and I tend to step on plants as I work among them. Discovering a newly planted ‘Cherokee Sunset’ under my shoe, I let out a 3/4 of an oath. This caused my six-year-old daughter, who had hidden herself in the foliage of a magnolia about five yards away, to ask innocently, “Son of a what, Daddy?”
When it comes to gardening skill, all occasions do inform against me. I have already told you of my lack of grace. My planting session also had me dealing with my inability to not plant in straight lines. Try as I might to stagger my planting holes, when I step back, all I see are rows. Sure I planted the individuals from my Bluestone Perennial 3-packs in triangles. But one triangle next to another turned into a couple of straight lines.
I also am a terrible garden record keeper. This project requires me to know what is planted where, when it blooms, and so on. As I was planting, I was smart enough to make a crude pencil drawing on a torn envelope of what went where, but now I don’t know where that bit of envelope is. Of course I put the tags with the plants, but I wouldn’t put it past one of my children, in a burst of helpfulness, to pick up all of those white things messing up Daddy’s garden.
If anyone is reading this, please remind me to make another diagram before it is too late.
Rudbeckias are native to the prairie, so that is my excuse for not watering them.
All plants did get a nice mulch of leaf mold.
I predict that I have another two weeks before I start getting impatient for blooms.