The cherry tree. When we first moved here we made the mistake of buying one of those dumb self-fertile trees with four kinds of cherry grafted on it. There are so many things wrong with this idea, and with the results of this idea. I can't even get started. So, now we have this rapidly expanding, imbalanced, confused specimen that has been completely colonized by aphids. It happened to all the trees, I put up barriers, a little late in the game.
**(Note to self: put up barriers as the leaves are forming, as part of a spring routine, even ritual.)
The apples are doing fine, recovering slowly, unfurling their new leaves, leaving the damaged past behind. But the cherry.
Try as I might, I cannot help being totally grossed out by aphids.
At least it's providing a sexy atmosphere for the lady bugs.
And, Gay and I cleaned up and I planted. Victoria lettuces, my free nantes carrots (good luck on that one), cucumbers, more black hollyhocks (all in #3 under cover); radishes, more arugula (#1); more red sunflowers along with the lettuce from the other day and the lettuce starts and the red chard in #2. When I put the beans in there it's gonna be niiiice.
I keep fantasizing about how great the trees are going to look in a few years, or how quickly the flowers will grow in July, but the truth is that the garden will never be perfect. I will always have dreams and ideas and changes and plans. That's passion.