David and I went to Nova Scotia with his family for 5 days in the midst of one of the Piedmont’s worst heat waves. Our kids watered the container plants while we were gone. It didn’t occur to me that the long-established perennials, shrubs and trees would suffer as well. Their burnt, shrunken foliage – along with the damage the dogs are doing as they dash through the yard – has made this my most discouraging summer in the garden.
Yet I made the rounds of the garden centers last weekend to BUY MORE PLANTS. I may be insane.
The hostas that I planted several years ago on the north side of the house – isn’t the north side supposed to be shady? – get fried every year. My neighbor across the fence has sun-loving plants at that fence, and they look happy. (I’m a little slow making these connections.) With sweat running into my eyes and dripping off my nose, I moved the hostas to a shadier spot and replaced them with blackeyed susans, Russian sage, forsythia, and salvia. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for their survival as I water them every other day, awaiting a ground-soaking rain.