Anita Morton - Growing Gardens

The gardens we have in heaven

I was musing the other day about the perfect garden the place where conditions are delightful each day and everything grows to perfection.

In my perfect garden, the temperature never rises above the pleasantly warm about 25C nor falls below 4C. None of my plants ever suffer from sunburn or frost, yet it is warm enough for rapid growth in the summer, and cool enough to induce autumn colour and winter dormancy. All plants grow to the expected size and no larger.

My garden never gets strong winds, but gentle refreshing breezes waft through every afternoon. The sun shines every morning without fail, but clouds build up to shelter it from afternoon heat. It rarely rains during the day, but every morning before dawn a steady shower drops 5mm or so. When we do get daytime rain, it comes as a brief, dramatic storm to add some excitement to our lives.

The soil in my garden is 40cm or more of rich, fertile loam over a free-draining substrate. It is so good that I only have to drop a cutting on the ground for it to take root, and looks like chocolate cake. Its so good I want to roll around in it.

In my perfect garden, there are no persistent weeds for only plants with beautiful flowers are allowed to have tap roots, produce bulbils or persistent stolons, or shed lots of seeds. There are still some soft, easily removed weeds so I have something to do.

There are no garden-chewing plant pests at all and no diseases that dont succumb to a quick squirt with milk spray. There are no destructive caterpillars, for all butterflies lay eggs on lawn grasses. The eggs produce well-regulated caterpillars which only chew on grass blades longer than 4cm heaven is no mowing!


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