Readers may have noticed that I’m a diehard fan of evergreens; I preach their virtues year-round. So when I complain about one of them, you know it’s with a heavy heart. But who can blame me? This English roseum rhodo is, according to my local nurseryman, one of the best-performing in Maryland, so what does that tell you?
Well, it’s telling me that like my truly pitiful leucothoes, it’s time for this to go. I’ve given it 15 of the best years of my life, after all, and a position of honor in the front garden just inside my gate as if to say "Welcome to my garden; this is the best I can do with my plants." Uh-uh; I have a reputation to live up to, after all.
Like any gardener, I’m naturally thrilled to have the space for something I don’t already have - maybe something showy in winter like a witch hazel. I guess my heart wasn’t that heavy after all if I’m already dreaming of this guy’s replacement. (And no, I see no obvious parallels with my lovelife.)
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