Late last Thursday, the resident manager of the apartment complex where I live phoned to tell me that a regional VP had visited and heard all the grumping about my garden. The VP then walked the property, inspecting what I have done. The manager passed along lots of stuff the VP had said afterward but I can't recall much after, "I love that garden - what a great idea! What's the big problem?" - - Now that proclaimed an outcome not imagined by either the local management (which was really expecting affirmation of their decision to uproot the garden and plant grass, nandina, juniper and indian hawthorne), or by me.
To just say that I celebrated Thursday night would leave out how I partied all through Friday and into Saturday morning!
Sadly it took too long for my winter efforts, all nicely growing in their 4-in pots when the bru-ha-ha began - - about 1500 seedling plants in all. Before the BIG VISIT I had to keep anything potted in plastic in my garage . . . door kept half open for air and to alleviate temps in the mid to high 90s . . . taking everything out to water it and let it have just one hour outside before returning to the garage. Pretty tough, too tough, actually. So instead of letting them croak waiting for the BIG VISIT, I had to have a fire sale . . . giving almost all away, but managing to get a few bucks for the more expensive plants. Gone is my Meyer lemon covered in little fruits. Gone are almost all my crazy hot Indian pepper plants. Lots of Moulin Rouge sunflowers dug up and surrendered . . . By the time the management called I was looking out upon a whole lot of useta was and coulda been.
Oddly enough the VP added that she did not like plant ID tags - so they are gone. She also did not like my "whimsies" - - no more frogs, stoned toads, gnomes, gargoyles, geckos, kittens or baby dragon statuary . . . no more "welcome to my garden" signs . . . What a pooper! All the whimsies will entertain the grandkids down in Victoria, TX. Stuff that functions as support for vines is alright, as is our Victorian gazing ball.
The main thing is that the garden is now officially sanctioned by someone at corporate and the local management can now just kindly stuff it as far as any dislikes for the garden are concerned.
To compensate for the winter sown plants that I had to sell or give away last week, I will be sowing seeds . . . like two months late . . . hoping to be able to fill some of the spaces left empty. One thing I have oodles of is seeds !!
LOL . . . Life is a beach and you get sand in uncomfortable places.
ATBTY ! ~ ŁazŁo ;--)
