Just when I was wondering if things in the garden could get any better this year (No, that’s not a luscious Rosa rugosa you smell, it’s sarcasm, dear gardeners) someone parked their @#$%! car on the Bottlebrush Buckeye. Despite being planted on the not quite developed periphery of the yard, this plant holds high standing in my “collection.” I have lusted after the Aesculus parviflora for years. Waiting for the right specimen to acquire at the right price. Figuring out the perfect place to plant it, where I wouldn’t need to relocate it 4 more times, and would have the time to do so. The magic came together last year as I was pulling out of the parking lot at Catskill Native Nursery. There she was, hiding, in the hoop house in front of me. I could spot that fabulous foliage a mile away, and that shrub was mine!
And now someone parked on it.
I thought it was bad when the lawn guy’s son decided to weedwack 24″ into a bed housing my newish Digitalis ‘Glory of Roundway’ and a bunch of other poor plants who got beheaded and still look like crap.
I also thought it was pretty bad when the deer completely defoliated all the rhodies in my front yard this winter, but they’re leafing out and are going to be ok.
After a rough start in the garden this spring – I know we all had one, and are still trying to bounce back – and a summer looming that will involve very little gardening for me, seeing my poor little Aesculus with her young branches under the careless, dirty tires of a stupid car warranted some venting. Sound like the crazy gardener might finally be losing it? That’s because you don’t know what awaits me in the yard tomorrow…