Monday, February 19, 2007
of stewed apricots
it isn't as if i am gardendelusional or anything. i know i can't grow raspberries or rhubarb in san antonio, but as long as one minds her zonerange, she is pretty golden wherever and whatever she plants.
the older my kids get and the more my heart tears with that growth & the mistakes made along the way, the more i love plants. seriously, you plant something, tend to it and let it do what it knows how to do. grow. no matter what mother nature doles out, you can pretty much put all of your chips on a plant.
when i planted my osmanthus fragrans (tea olive) plants years ago, i had envisioned them as they would grow to be. if you haven't smelled osmanthus fragrans, you haven't lived. osmanthus fragrans smells of warm stewed apricots. it smells like how i want my neck to smell, like you want to bite it but you know you shouldn't. osmanthus fragrans is the tortoise and the hare would have to be an arizona ash.
yesterday was spent clearing out passiflora vines and that bitch called sweet autumn clematis. even if they are giving out samples at your favorite plant shop, please don't even try it. mine came with the house and i have never been able to get rid of it. i cannot believe no one has sued lowe's for selling it. but if you read my blog, you might have the crazy gene and you might be crazy enough to want to grow it. i have seeds and you are welcome to them. it is a great cover vine but you will find it coming up everywhere and you can bitch about it on your own blog.