
I'm a big fan of Lauren Springer. That gal has life all figured out. Not only did she marry someone who shares a passion for gardening, she earns a living as a gardener, too. If that's not enough to make me green with envy, she also possesses something I always wished I could cultivate: discipline.


Wow, I thought, to myself. I was so amazed by her discipline that I actually sat upright on the couch for a little while.

Lauren would be extremely disappointed in my haphazard gardening plan. I started at the bottom of the hill. I dug a hole, stuck a flower in it, crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. When that one didn't die, I marched back to the nursery and did it all over again.
You can time my life in this house by the impulsive collection of perennials rapidly moving toward the back end of this narrow property.

I don't remember planting red Hollyhocks. I thought that Butterfly Bush died 2 summers ago. Same goes for the Rudbeckia. Suffice to say things are getting a little out of control.
So, I may admire her but I didn't learn a thing - though I will credit Lauren for these... She turned me onto the Catmint and Jupiter's Beard that keep the Impulse Garden brightly blooming all summer long:

1 comment:
Kate, I try to be an impulse gardener, but the conditions here cause me to plan, I can't stand it when a plant dies and I have lost to many already this year. I hope someday to be able to show you all beautiful gardens like yours.
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