A pretty hilarious description of a gardener’s efforts to follow advice from garden books. A good lesson on why “gardening is local, and always a long game”.
The writers of these books have apparently not experienced ninety degree days in December, heavy snowfalls that are melted two days later because it’s now sixty and we’re all in flip-flops. There are years when my plants do not sleep, when the honeybees are gathering in January, when ice storms take down trees and you can plant peas two days later. I have to go around and clear rotting leaves off plants before the new growth rots. I am told about the importance of uniform watering. All I can do is shake the books at the sky.