I just did something really stupid. I feel really, really sad about this. I don’t drink very often, but I think I could use a little bubbly right now, for sure. (This is one of those things you don’t even want to confess, because it’s so dumb… but then I looked at the “mostly honest” promise on my blog tag and thought, eh, what the hell.)
I was being unnecessarily aggressive with my Clematis and I chopped off this really beautiful vine that was just minding its own business on my patio, twining around the little green wire arbor-thing and metal railing above, stretching tenderly towards the sun, probably hoping to bloom. Deep sigh…
The Clematis — in general — was kind of pissing me off, because it had some brown and yellow leaves and sticky little dead branches. And it was sort of ruining my little tableau, with all the happy Coleus down below. So I was pruning away “dead” vines and suddenly — snip! I realized I’d grabbed the wrong stem, not looked closely enough at the tangle and cut off a completely healthy, happy vine. It was growing alongside this one, along the same path.
Now, I know this is a perennial. That it can survive — and even thrive by — being cut back. But in a yard where so few things flourish the way I so fervently hope, it’s discouraging to thwart something growing gangbusters.*
I can sometimes be impatient. I can sometimes move too quickly, hurrying to just get things done, especially in domestic duties. (Losing sight of doing things well.) I can sometimes be careless, not paying enough attention to what I’m doing. And that sometimes leads me to eff up. This was one of those times.
I am learning a lot outside this summer.
Today’s lesson: sometimes, in gardening — as in life — we just need to get the eff out of our own way.
*Someone close to me — I won’t say who — recently suggested gently that I might be “over-loving” certain plants, leading to their untimely demise. I won’t say this was a case of over-loving, but undoubtedly over-fussing!