It Gets Better

The wild cultivated garden keeps getting better every year. I'd like to think it is due to the more frequent routine maintenance it has been receiving over the last few years from the new assistant gardener. It's a garden though and other factors could be involved. Time is a big one and the mad passions of more that motivate a certain seed flinger and bulb divider are bound to have an effect.



Last week there was a comment that,"I think the Bluebells have begun to increase exponentially. There almost a pest now. I don't think I need to gather and spread seeds anymore."

I'd have to agree. I'd also have to say that the Bluebells, Hyacinthoides hispanica in blue, white and pink are the perkiest I have ever seen them. All this warm weathers of late, 80 degrees in April, high on the mountain, no crushing snows and their now exponential numbers are putting on quite the display.



It's a little sad though thinking my dad is missing the best spring ever in the wild cultivated garden. But then maybe he'd say, "We've had better springs than this." It's a bit of a family gardening joke, you should have been here last week when such and such was blooming or to bad, in another week this will be blooming or fall color will be at it's peak and you'll miss it.



Would it be terrible if I said getting the official paper work done for a death feels a bit like trying to choreograph a herd of cats into producing a single hairball? I suppose crossing state lines doesn't help, but there seems to be a lot of official fingers needed on the paperwork.



It's good to come home after unpleasant tasks and just look at all the different kinds of iris that have started to bloom.



The native Dwarf Crested Iris, Iris cristata has also been multiplying exponentially.



There are catalog iris of very description.





And plenty more iris yet to come. I did mention the madness of more and how that might have some impact on why the wild cultivated garden keeps getting better every year.



I have been the assistant gardener and assistant handyman for several years now, though in many respects I had already assumed full duties. It is official now. I am responsible for two houses and two gardens. The list of chores hasn't increased yet somehow the responsibility looks bigger. That ominous feeling will get better with time as a new routine emerges I am quite sure. I'll have more control of the list of chores at least.



And the payoff is to live in Eden, the wild cultivated garden that keeps getting better every year.