Be as perennial as the grass
I think a garden is an act of poetry. And I know, from my limited gardening experience that perennials, while they cost more, never let me down. I can always count on boxwood, lavender and anything from the bulb family to share their poetry with me.
Invest in perennials rather than annuals. Annuals might be bright and flowery for a short time – but they fade and the money seems wasted. This is the first year i’ve been able to resist the lure of the gardening store to buy annuals in bloom. I’ll continue to resist and consider a purchase later in the season of a perennial.
And speaking of poetry, just the word perennial reminded me of Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata – a beautiful and time test poem which I’ll share here (thanks wikipedia).
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.