There are no gardening Olympics. But we gardeners often feel the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Such is the case for me this Hope Grows Day.
In August I hoped to have started my vegetable garden. It was imperative that by now I had planted seeds or starts for this fall. I have failed miserably. Like the skier made famous by his heart wrenching fall, I feel as though the whole world now knows my failure to succeed. As with most failures, lack of motivation and lack of action are the reasons I did not complete my goal. It has been so hot and so dry that mentally, I was not in the game.
So much for the agony of defeat. How about the thrill of victory?
My roses are going for the gold!
So, what will I hope for in September?
Now that the temperatures are dipping below the triple digit mark, I am eager to start working outside again. I hope to transplant some roses. Find a place for the fig I purchased on impulse. And work on the numerous garden chores that await.
In other words, my hope for September is to enjoy my garden.