The end of a growing season is like the end of a love affair; always tinged with some shade of regret. My ongoing regret is usually centred on trees. The ones I don’t have. The ones I can’t have. The ones I may never have.
All the trees I love need the same prescription: deep, moist, loamy soil. Deep, moist, loamy soil (DMLS, shall we call it?). This is to gardens what having a Warren Buffet-sized portfolio is to investors: Something we, here on the sand bank, can only dream about.
Sure, it’s easy. If you have DMLS: like it’s easy for Warren Buffet to donate a few billions to charity. But unless you can give it what it needs, you might as well throw the $150 it would cost for the dogwood into the compost heap.
Our father used to joke about a line he saw on a gardening show: “Judy and Phil want to plant a flowering dogwood. I told them, ‘Over my dead body.’”
Canada Blooms used the elusive object of desire as their icon for 2007. Typical. More about Canada Blooms Effect in a later post.