I don’t know about you, lovely readers, but I really struggle with those half hardy perennials that (seemingly) the rest of the gardening world are all too delighted to repot every spring and dig up every fall.
Cannas. Gladiolus. Crocosmia. Dahlias. You know the like- spectacular flowers and foliage. Showy displays. Good in the ground or containers. And, as so many would have us believe, well worth the extra effort.
I can’t say I’m inclined to agree though! Not because the blooms aren’t spectacular (they are!). Not because they don’t earn their keep (they usually do!). But, I’m afraid, because I am lazy. Or at least otherwise obliged come fall.
Oh, its all fun and games in the spring. The warm-weather fueled adrenaline and pent up energy from a long winter make potting up any assortment of these stunners an easy and fun task right alongside the other litany of tasks to be done. And in the summer I’m always glad I planted them. I mean, how could anyone ever be miffed they planted crocosmia? (Crocosmia just may be my Achilles Heels when it comes to this category of plants, I’m always overcome with envy when I see it in other gardens…)
But when fall rolls around? Y’all. I feel like I’ve already enough to do!
There’s the feverish harvesting and putting up of veg. There’s the last ditch weeding of those pesky perennial types. There’s endless chipping and composting. Endless mulching and those 3 “last” rounds of mowing. There’s raking. There’s transplanting to be done. There is wood to put up for the winter ahead. There are the last, warm but short, days of fall to soak up all the Vitamin D we can and enjoy those last, relaxing cocktails on the patio (#priorities).
I assure you. I don’t feel like I have the time or the inclination to dig up the bulbs and corms I planted in pots, let them dry, pack them away, AND manage to label them so that I’d have any sort of idea what they were come spring. I’ve tried and failed three years in succession.
I rather think its time I admit my failings. Or accept that I’m just not trying hard enough.
If you are the kind that DOES enjoy the ritual (or just the pay off) of these plants, could you share with me how you find the time and care to give to these plants when there is so much else to do? Is the trick to pick just one variety you love and limit your efforts that way? Or do you just buy new ones each Spring? Please tell me your secrets so that I may steal them and try it all again!
Or maybe the lure of Crocosmias will make me try it again, but help me help myself!