I like to say that I enjoy gardening. Because, really, I do. Not that you would have known it from the state of my garden over the past couple of years. Frankly, life took a front seat for a while, and my flower beds took a back seat. Actually, they took the trunk.
Okay, okay…they were pulled along behind on a flatbed with half the slats missing.
The point is, they were in a sad state.
However, My Beloved and I, in an effort to make our dream of country living a reality, have been slowly getting our current house ready to sell. Which means lots of painting and tiling and fixing and carpeting and wiring and otherwise sweating a lot. And finally we turned our attention to the front view, because, as you might know, if your house has dying plants and cracked shutters, it might as well also have red piggy eyes glaring out the windows and a deep gutteral voice that growls GET! OUUUUT!!!!!
“Curb appeal” is the term, I believe.
Our house was lacking.
So, I took stock. On one side of my porch is a glorious, fabulous hydrangea. The thing is huge. It is happy. It makes my soul sing. On the right side of my porch are some heroic columbines who had bloomed vigorously but were pretty well spent.
The thing is, I had planted in the past, planted and planted and planted. And things had died and died and died. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to start over and begin by amending the soil. I had known this for quite some time, but lacked the motivation and the energy to act upon it. And now time was running out. I needed color, and flowery happiness, and I needed it, pronto.
Then it came to me (on a flaming pie! No, not really, but can you name that movie?).
I would create little oases of good soil within my crappy-ass soil. I would simply buy the plants, plop them into pots filled with kick-ass soil, and bury the pots in the ground.
Now, let me clarify by saying that I am not trying to fool anyone. The pots are visible. It’s obvious that they are there. But by doing this, the pots can be lifted and the soil can be amended at my (or the subsequent owner’s) leisure. Or, one can simply repot when the plants are larger and keep going that way. The bottom line is, the plants will live!! Huzzah! I am absolutely thrilled with the results, and I think the flowers are breathing sighs of relief as well.