Today I decided to break from the tedium of packing, sorting and purging. Our dog (yes, we are down to one dog. The grandchildren in Louisville took the younger… where she now sleeps in the master bedroom between the king and queen of the house.) and I paid a visit to the gardens on this chilly December day.
In my hand, I carried parting gifts for my flora. Plant labels. Each of my trees and shrubs have common and botanical names that are as familiar to me as my good friends’ names. But I must leave this landscape full of old garden companions. To introduce them to new caretakers, they now wear the “Hello, my name is….” labels for ease of introduction. If they want to know more about a certain plant, all the new curators need to do is google their names.
Or perhaps the new homeowners will simply open the garden shed and read the wall. Yes, I saved labels and created encyclopedic walls of information on the plants I’ve purchased through the years. Sigh……
At our previous house, the new buyers asked for a landscape plan of the garden so they would know what was what. I was happy they showed an interest, not that I cared terribly as we were just glad to sell the house. I already had removed what was coming with us. I am not sure they ever looked at the plan again, as the garden quickly went to hell in just a few months from their neglect.
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You are so organized. Tears well up in my eyes thinking of you saying ‘goodbye’ to your garden friends. Please take care my good friend. Curious is Mr. Gnome coming with you?
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Me too Sunrise, me too. 😦
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LUCKY, LUCKY new homeowners!!!
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Be assured, no garden ever goes to Hell. Heaven maybe just waiting for a better day.
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Of course, the garden doesn’t go to hell, it goes back to native plants – or maybe invase plants?
Oh dear, dear … Ann had better get settled quickly and back on task so there won’t be bickering amongst her devoted admirers!
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