The Calm with Year 4
I was just meandering through the gardens today with my manual hedge trimmers. Switching sprinklers as I do daily in the heat. During the week I manually dead head. On the weekend at least one day, I grab the hedge trimmers as there's just too much to manually dead head now.
Barbara Streisand had a huge cane towering above her, I bent over to see it coming from Dr. Huey, and I quietly hacked it off. I also had a handful of bud tips that were flopped over, immediately recognizing it's sawfly larva season, those get quietly lopped off too.
I suddenly reflected that over the past 3 years, every new incident felt like an emergency. Seeing the effects of the sawflies was petrifying. And I was certain a cane of Dr. Huey meant the death of the bush. Every gopher mound huge stress to get it caged to save it - now, every rose has a cage so I snicker at the mounds between the cages and thinking how frustrated those little devils are. (Although we won't talk about the beautiful fig tree's roots they just destroyed - ultimately they are still winning).
Seeing rust for first time, and blackspot, and PM, and different bugs. Everything caused stress. Not that new things don't turn up to cause new stresses. But ... so much is now familiar. I don't worry about where to nip each cane when I'm pruning, I just approach like Edward Scissorhands, starting to understand which like to be pruned a lot, and which not so much. I mulch when I can. I fertilize when I can. I enjoy daily.
There is a calm in the garden. I think it's me. It feels great.