When you get an email on Wednesday evening from a Fine Gardening Magazine* editor saying she’ll be in town and she likes your blog and would love to meet you and see your gardens, what do you do? Do you rub your hands together as you survey your perfect borders?
Or do you do what we did. Look at each other in shock. Wail, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Then walk around your gardens together in a daze saying, Oh my god, oh my god! Thinking of all the things you need to fix, and fix now, because an editor from Fine Gardening Magazine wants to see your gardens.
And, unfortunately, Sunday doesn’t work for her and Friday is better and Friday is the day after tomorrow. Oh my god! Oh. My. God.
Do you then spend all of the Canada Day holiday planting and transplanting and weeding and deadheading and propping and mulching and generally fluffing, because an editor from Fine Gardening Magazine wants to see your gardens. Then do you, with all available hands on deck, continue the next morning, plus of course you have to clean the inside of the house, because the editor from Fine Gardening Magazine who wants to see your gardens might also need to use the bathroom.
Then you wait. With some wine chilling, and plans to feed the editor when she drops by to, well, you know. After a while waiting, you decide that the wine might as well be enjoyed while you’re waiting.
So when, after a glass or two, you get the call from the very nice but very overburdened editor saying that she’s had such a long day, what with travelling and visiting the Toronto Botanical Garden and Toronto Music Garden… that she just doesn’t think she could face the idea of leaving her hotel room now – Would you mind very much if she didn’t come? – you are able to say, with a benevolent glow: We understand completely.
And have another glass. Because, really, your gardens have never looked better. And, after all, you have an editor from Fine Gardening Magazine to thank for that!
*Note that one of this month’s cover stories is: Don’t be a slave to garden chores.