“Renault: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters. Renault: The waters? What waters? We're in the desert. Rick: I was misinformed.” (Casablanca 1942)
This could be the mantra for all gardeners. We look at our soil, our weather, our rain fall and wonder why we decided to plant a garden here. I suspect it is a very small percentage of gardeners who manage to be able to have total choice about where they start their garden. Most people have job or family connections that tie them to an area. Add to this that the perfect spot probably does not exist anyway, what you gain in rain you lose in lack of sun, what you gain in soil you lose in wind direction. Gardening is about compromise, making do, fudging and que sera sera.
(I am pretty much of the opinion that singing Doris Day songs whilst gardening is very important, of which two songs are particular favourites: Que Sera and The Windy City, nuff said. Though she did do a cover of Zip a Dee Doh Dah, a fine song that will fit many a circumstance, as does Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered, another song that she covered and probably sums up more than just gardening for me. A song that I do not know the tune of that Doris also sang was ‘Any way the wind blows’. I defy anyone not to hear those words and not fall into Bohemian Rhapsody.)
Where was I – compromising and fudging, I remember….
Of course when I say compromising and fudging I am not saying that this is a negative thing. Being forced to think beyond what you intended to do can lead to some of the best ideas. Oh its annoying when you decide to plant that tree there, only to discover that there is half a ton of stone and virtually no soil in that spot and you need to relocate; but generally I find that the relocation is better than the original idea and leads to a whole new train of thought (or that is what I tell myself anyway).