All this practical stuff is setting my teeth on edge. When I started out, I’d have been happy if the only physical action resulting from this blog was a slow, contemplative rubbing of the chin and a distant look in the eye.
We’re lazy gardeners in Australia. If we were willing to work half as hard as English gardeners to overcome the disadvantages of our climate while really celebrating its overwhelming advantages, we’d have incredible gardens.
One of the really big questions is how much garden space should be allocated to good, reliable plant matrix, and how much to seasonal, colourful, ephemeral blast. It’s sort of the same as when you’re dishing up your take-away chinese. How much rice per spoonful of sweet and sour pork? How much background bland to foreground tasty?
I was just in the Netherlands at tulip time. It was, of course, mind boggling. I’m convinced that no flower beats the tulip for being just as compelling as an individual as it is en masse.