Our weather has been marked by an abundance of rain, and mostly cool temperature. What one would think of as perfect garden growing. The garden is rich and abundant, for sure, but underneath the beauty lies the dark side. There is a rust on the Amelanchiers, and the contorted Mulberry, the heat loving, water intolerant pentstemon, lavender, thyme , and salvia are lovely, but up under their leaves the mildew and bacterial rot has started to show up.
Through the drought of last year and the year before, many plants struggled to survive the heat and dryness, now the plants that loved that weather are struggling. I guess that is how the garden is. Perfect one moment, and then poof, disaster.
It is hard for me to tell how jaded my view might be. Perhaps if I could stroll through the landscape, purged of the idea that it is my garden, I would see less flaws and more perfection. But, as I can not walk on the paths without stopping to pluck out a weed that always catches my eye, I am also unable to see just the beauty of what the rains have brought, without seeing the impending damage as well.
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