I've been feeling paralyzed in the garden for the last few weeks. I made a decision two months ago to miss the warm veggie season, just because the veggie garden is so fun and manageable and distracting, and would keep me from addressing the bigger, more boring landscaping that really needs to be done everywhere else. That was a gesture of love to DH.
And so in the other areas, around the pool, in front of the house and on the large embankment, we have made progress, thanks to some wonderful local stone masons and two big rainstorms in the last two weeks, which have helped to green things up.
However, my problem is over how to move on. I know this is supposed to be the fun bit, but my problem is that I just don't know the plants. I stop and admire things, I ask people in nurseries and garden centers, but for the last 10 years in the UK, I was just about able to name any common garden plant in most people's suburban yards. And here, even into my third summer, I still feel lost.
So I've dug out my Texas file, which consists of the
Garden Guide for Austin and Vicinity by the Travis County Master Gardeners Association, and
Native and Adapted Landscape Plants - An Earthwise Guide for Central Texas, which is given out free at most nurseries and garden centers. These two are fantastic guides; stern evangelists of the Plant Natives religion. I'm going to leave the books out, so I can browse them at odd moments and start soaking up plant names and pictures. And I've reminded myself that really, it took several years of walking up and down plant aisles in English garden centers, reciting to myself common and Latin names-- Cistus -Rock Rose; Cytisus,-Broom -- and deciding what I liked and what would work in different spaces, followed by several seasons of trial and error.
My wonderful in-laws liked nothing better than wandering around their own garden pointing out small triumphs and disappointments, and digging up and handing over their spare plants to me. "It wants breaking up," my mother-in-law would say, stamping on her spade and then hand me a clump of earth and plant-- forget-me-nots, phlox, love-in-a-mist, michaelmas daisies, valerium, London Pride, columbines. etc.
Here are a few photos of their wonderful garden, which they started in 1962.
I have noticed that I am beginning to learn the cycle here. Redbud followed by Chinaberry followed by Mimosa. Where are those Crepe Myrtles that were so spectacular last summer after two years of drought? Oh, here they come, end of May. And those fabulous Mountain Laurels that are in our front yard? I'm sure they were blooming by Memorial Day last year. No, still budding.
So I need small steps. If I just start -- move compost onto the beds, find a few plants I like and stick them in -- the block will lift and it will all become easier.