As much as I love thinking about my garden all winter long, I am not much of a planner. Or at least I don’t follow through with those plans very well. Every year since I first planted the camellias beside the house I have had that lovely display of pink, and every year I look at it and think…daffodils. And bleeding hearts. Lenten rose. All in a carpet around the camellias, rather than that blah green grass. It should be a garden, not a couple of stranded shrubs huddled against the house.
Next fall. I am planning.