I don’t understand what’s “morose” about seeing perennials you chose, that have survived to greet you every summer….
or sitting under a beautiful tree you planted 20 years ago.
It’s comforting.
They’ve fulfilled the role you envisioned for them, haven’t they?
You wouldn’t want them to have failed?
Far sadder when you leave them…. even more so when drought, flood or other disaster takes them away…
like all the old trees and other plantings destroyed in last Octobers wildfires, where I live, in N California.
Thousands of people would love to be able to have one more look at a favorite rosebush or daffodil bed.
I don’t understand what’s “morose” about seeing perennials you chose, that have survived to greet you every summer….
or sitting under a beautiful tree you planted 20 years ago.
It’s comforting.
They’ve fulfilled the role you envisioned for them, haven’t they?
You wouldn’t want them to have failed?
Far sadder when you leave them…. even more so when drought, flood or other disaster takes them away…
like all the old trees and other plantings destroyed in last Octobers wildfires, where I live, in N California.
Thousands of people would love to be able to have one more look at a favorite rosebush or daffodil bed.