Fortune Telling
It’s a summer morning in May. We touched 100 yesterday, and you can feel yesterday’s heat this morning. Still, there’s a special pleasure to be found in an early morning walk around the yard, feeding the cats, feeling the breeze, and looking at the plants. The Crape Myrtles, for instance, are getting ready to bloom and we have a fair collection of them around the place.
I’ve also decided that some of the bulbs need to be freed from encroaching neighbors. The first batch I replanted are discovering what it’s like to live with the coral sage. They have no understanding of personal space. They’ll grow right next to anything, and I think they’re crowding out the bulbs and taking up a little too much afternoon sun. So, as much as I hate to lose one of the sage I’ll do it for the bulbs.
Meanwhile, I have one final collection of bulbs to be moved into bigger beds. They currently live in the front flower bed, which has gone from a sunlit place fifteen years ago, to a well shaded place today. I have pictures of their early years and they were glorious, and I would like to return them to those days. I just have to decide where they should go, which means putting on my fortune teller hat and imagining how my garden might grow.