Yard Dog

If you garden, I am sure you understand what it means to be a yard dog.  You dig the dirt, turn and spread the compost, wheel the mulch, prune the shrubs, drag the hose to the thirsty tree, plant new plants, divide old plants, pull the weeds, rake the leaves, and then start all over again.  All of the aforementioned jobs take place in the spring when it’s cold, in the summer when it’s 90, in the fall when it’s raining and very cold.     

Every landscape is threatened by trouble.  No rain, too much rain.  Weather that is too hot, or too cold, or too humid.  Woodchucks, deer, chipmunks, the neighbor’s children, Japanese beetles, anthracnose, fungus, white fly, spider mites, slugs, nematodes-even dogs.  There is ample evidence in my yard that I have two male dogs.  Can you hear me shrug??  I am always on patrol for trouble.  It makes much more sense to stay ahead of trouble, than be left in its wake. 

Some trouble pops right out in front of your face.  A shrub with leaves so green on the outside may be hiding trouble on the inside.  Scale-have you ever had it?  This revolting insect attaches itself to to the stems of magnolias, and euonymus.  A severely infected plant has stems covered in white; scale is very difficult to eradicate, once it has taken hold.  Be a great yard dog-inspect your plants regularly.  From top to bottom.   I like to hand water.  The time it takes to water deeply gives me time to see what is going on behind the scenes. I see Milo running in and out of the boxwood hedges-they do not seem to mind the intrusion.  I see the hummingbirds on the nicotiana.  I have lots of them right now-they must be on their way south.  I see the hydrangea flowers pinking up-who knew pink could be a verb? I can process a lot of trouble, and my plan to combat said trouble, while holding the hose.   

I see the hawks riding the updrafts. I see the clouds-are they not beautiful in the fall?  I see those giant messy structures I know to be squirrel’s nests in my big Norway maple.  The black tar fungus has decimated the foliage on this tree-this is trouble over which I have no control.  Whether on not I have control, I stand watch. 

Milo has a squirrel friend.  This squirrel chatters at him, leaps and runs through the trees ringing the property.  Milo never takes his eyes off that squirrel.  His focus is an astonishing thing to behold.  They have quite the relationship.  My very low to the ground corgi, and that tree hopping bushy tailed rodent have a mutually satisfying relationship.   The same could be said for me and my garden.    

Milo works very hard, keeping up his end.  He may patrol the perimeter of the garden 10 times in any given evening.  His nemesis, that squirrel friend, is bound to show up sooner or later.  At some point, he will take a break, and get a drink.  I understand perfectly the responsibility involved.  Nature dishes out all kinds of  trouble.  Weather is to be watched, and cleaned up after.  There is no intervening in this.  I don’t intervene with bugs-I live through them.  I will treat a bacterial infection, and I will treat a fungus.  But no matter how little control I have, I have the yard dog gene. No doubt, there are those moments when I need a drink of water.  

The pleasure of a garden is considerable.  What it takes to have one, more than well worth the effort.  No matter what job needs doing once I get home, there are rewards.  Every dog has his day.  

Gardening is a dirty business. The dirt may be the best part of it.  Given 15 years of compost and ground bark turned into and returned to my soil, my plants thrive.  What could be more thrilling?  That dirt-in my socks and under my nails-part and parcel of being a yard dog.       


It’s a dirty job, but some of us have to do it.

Comments

  1. Deborah,

    I read your blog regularly all the way from Phoenix 🙂
    Your Corgi is adorable!!You really have a knack for photographing him. We have two westies, so I relate to small dogs with big personalities.

    I love your work as well, you have given me ideas for landscaping our yard as well…so inspired. I wish I knew someone like you down here.

  2. Thank you Deborah 🙂 He is perfect! Good boy! 🙂

  3. Dear Deborah! Tell me please what is Milo’s breed? Amazing dog!!! 🙂 So beautiful!

  4. that milo is one handsome fellow!!

  5. Nancy LaMotte says:

    One of my favorite posts! We love dogs and it is a dogs world this place I call home. Between my two sons and my husband, we have 4 Labradors, 1 blue heeler, one labrado mixed breed, and an English Bulldog that showed up recently. They have 900 acres to call home and indeed they do! Fortunately, None of them call inside home…they are much too big and ….you know. I could totally relate to being a yard dog myself!
    Nancy

  6. A fitting tribute to two garden heroes, you and Milo. I have this image of Milo as strong and silent, since I’m only acquainted with him via your blog. Contrasted with our corgi Ein who was whining/barking/trembling mad at a squirrel that leaped into the smoke tree from the roof this morning. Watching these little herding dogs, spatial geniuses, navigate the paths and tight quarters of a garden is a pleasure all it’s own. Scratch Milo’s ears for me too.

    • Deborah Silver says:

      Dear Denise-Howard is the strong silent type. Milo is a talker, whiner,barker-the noise that comes out of him is amazing. Sounds like he and Ein have something in common. He is an excellent herder-he really needs his own flock of sheep. I will give him a few pets from you. I guarentee he will want to talk about it! Deborah

  7. what an inspirational and beautiful post deborah! enjoy the autumn.

  8. Your dog pictures are too cute! Love his little doggy face.

    I planted a seedling this week that I’d like to try to espalier. Do you have any resources you can recommend on that? I need to read up. Any suggestions you have would be appreciated. Thanks so much!

    Jennifer

    • Deborah Silver says:

      Dear Jennifer, I have never grown an espalier from a whip-but I am sure there is lots of information out there about how to do it. Godd luck! Deborah

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