How I Beat the Blues..


© Adriela Sakamoto
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For some reason, late Summer always depresses me. How well I know everthing has its season, but oh how I hate to hear Fall crunching steadily toward me. I drink in every hue and fragrance and form of my garden so that it will sustain me during the Big Chill to come.

Gone is the thrill of early Spring when the most miniscule sprout could send me into raptures. It is the second season in my little garden, and my role as expectant mother has been overshadowed by my janitorial duties. The young beauties who arrived so long ago, look frowsy and ragged now, as if they have stayed too long at the dance.

The Porcelain Delicacy of HeritageThough most of the roses are in their second flush, and look very promising, I know that somewhere in their number lies the bittersweet last rose of summer. I should probably look upon it as a goodbye kiss, with the promise of return next year, but it always makes me inexpressibly sad.

My leisurely walks in the garden have come down to deadheading, clipping, pulling, hoeing and weeding and everything, including me, looks vaguely tired.

Peter Pan Lily of the NileHere the Johnson's Blue geranium has lost its mind in blue abandon, there the Peter Pan Lily of the Nile is expanding regally and quietly, and over there the gallardia looks like a nest of migrating snakes with sunset colored heads.

The Cerinthe major purpuascens finally reseeded in great number and all but seven have decided to live in the fissure between the landscape timber and the sidewalk. An unknown climber, installed temporarily into the nursery bed, has shot up like a rocket into the rhodedendron.

The previously laggy New Dawn, likewise in a temp home, has finally lived up to its reputation and is.. well.. everywhere.

Climbing IcebergThe climbing IceBerg is known as the IceBerg Octopusari, and I cannot put off that trellis any longer.

Did I mention the old rose my neighbor dug up and dropped on my driveway? I had casually mentioned wanting a cutting when he announced last summer he was going to dig it up. Cuttings I got: Three of them, on roots resembling the hind legs of prehistoric cattle sat for about a month in a wading pool while I anquished over where to put these unknown pink pillars.

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