Writing It
All Down: A Garden Journal
I have
always admired those beautifully done garden journals with charming little colored-pencil
sketches and prose-y writing in a delicate hand. I can’t tell you how much I
would love to do one of those, and how many I have started, only to have them
disintegrate into a mess of lists, clippings, hasty sketches and stuffed full
of would-be catalog orders and confirmations in a matter of weeks. By that time
I have lost track of most of my colored pencils anyway and it’s a welter of
skipped pages and crossed off bits because I can’t find my eraser and besides
I’m writing in it in ballpoint pen. It’s got dirt on it from being dragged out
into the garden, some of the pages are slightly wavy and a bit blurred from
having gotten wet, and my scribbles have started to look like a Hobbit got hold
of it and wrote something in Middle Earth language.
But I still persevere.
I take it with me on garden tours, jotting down names of plants I covet and
think I really must find, and it goes along to the nurseries and garden centers
we visit and nearly every place else. It lives in my tote bag in the spring and
summer, (along with my pruners and a small trowel) because, I never know when it
might have to be consulted, or something written down. It’s filled with dry
pressed flowers, lots of business cards, plant tags, sticky notes, a feather or
two, hasty one-line thoughts I don’t want to forget for my blog or column, an
occasional quote or poem that I find or write along the way, brochures,
addresses of places I want to visit, garden tours I don’t want to miss, notes for
talks I have to give, and sundry other garden and nature bits and pieces.
My garden
journal is truly one of my most valuable garden tools, especially with a garden
this size. I record when and what plants
I’ve acquired, and I keep notes on what succeeded well (or too well!) and what
plants were dismal failures, never to take up soil space again here. Then there
are the interminable lists; we have over 500 hostas and when visiting a nursery
I need to know that I’m not duplicating them. I keep track of the earliest
blooming crocuses, the weather, plant combinations I see and want to try,
changes I want to make, what needs divided or relocated. Spring to-do-lists are
made in the fall and winter, fall lists in the spring, daily lists every day;
not that we always get around to doing all of them. It’s my memory, my nudge
when I get lazy, my dialogue with my garden world and the environment.
I’ve divided
my pages with tabs to make it easier to find what category I’m looking for, and
glued an envelope to the inside back cover. I think that when this one is
finally filled, my next one might be loose leaf so I can rip out pages and add
new ones, maybe a pocket or two for all those bits and pieces that I keep poking
in there, and a few of those plastic photo pages for clipped pictures.
And yes,
I’ve actually considered trying to keep track of all my stuff on an iPhone—if I
had one—but I couldn’t press flowers and leaves, or tuck feathers in it, and I
would probably drop it in the pond or leave it out in the garden—so that
thought flitted out of my mind as quickly as it went in.
Whatever form
your garden journal takes really isn’t important; what matters is that you get
into the habit of using it. And before
long, one will become such an indispensible part of your life that you’ll
wonder how you ever knew what you were doing with anything in your garden
without it.
“Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea for ever.”
― Will Self
― Will Self
- H. Fred Ale
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