Do you recognize it? I know I barely did. Yesterday, I made one final visit back to the garden in Harwich. Though carefully timed, it was neither a long nor an easy visit. But there were just a few things I didn’t want to leave behind – particularly a few iris roots which had only come my way this summer, which I’d like very much to see bloom in my new garden next year.
I was able to rescue the irises…at least the ones I was able to find. It seems that some plants have been dug out of the garden, besides those I had taken along previously. In addition to those, I also brought along a clump of pink dianthus, some golden sage, and another bit of yellow moonbeam coreopsis…which I know will multiply into a legion before long at all.
It’s just a little garden patch right now, but that’s always a good place to start and I know before long I’ll be spilling over into other parts of the yard…or even other yards.
There’s not much going on now, beside those chrysanthemums, which are continuing to put out new flowers on a daily basis, but I know that’s just how it appears. Down below the surface, those roots are spreading out, pulling down into the soil, anchoring themselves against the winter winds to come, drawing up the moisture and nutrients they need to start collecting to fuel next year’s show.
Meanwhile, as I turned over the soil and took out some of the grass and weeds which had taken over this fallow spot along the fence, I was given a secret message: “EETWOO”.
There have been plenty of times before that the garden has given me some kind of message, but it’s usually a little more clear than this. Honestly, I’m not sure what it means. Obviously, it’s the plastic lettering one finds on the side of a car announcing its model, but I’m having troubel thinking of the right name here.
Was there a car called a Fleetwood? Sweetwool? Beetwood? Greetwood? Oh, wouldn’t Miracle Max have fun with this one.