When I was growing up, my friend’s house had a long fence between
the house and the street. The fence bordered the street, then the
yard, then the house. Got it? This was in upstate New York.
Well, with spring coming so early this year (wait for the laughs), I was
early at the catalogs looking for a good vine to hide an eyesore just
beyond a fence at our house. I espied “Dutchman’s Pipe” and recalled
the pleasant full-leaved vine at my friend’s house—-with the little
miniature pipes that appear as blossoms.
Bingo! that’s the vine to order. So I did–two plants. Actually they
arrived quite early “at a time for planting in your area”. They looked
very healthy–fine specimens–about a foot high, with lots of green leaves
already, raring to go. That was April 15th.
I planted them. The next night there was a frost. And two nights
after that, another dipping around 30 degrees. No fair! I did the
newspaper routine, sheltering with plant tubs in front of the little
guys to protect them from wind, strong sun . . .
Now they look like this.
No longer “recalling”, I’m recoiling! Yet it took only an instant to
take those brown spotted leaves in stride because I remember
that look on the old vines at my friend’s house–funny the things
you remember–but surely that was in the fall – after a long hot
I ordered two more. They look like this: (“lots of
green leaves, raring to go”)
Question is: rip out the old? Put in the new? Remember I have a
specific view I’m hoping to cover.
Following the advice of a gardening friend, in the end I gave the
old guys the benefit of the doubt. After all, not ALL the leaves are
curled up and brown. They might recover with all of our fingers
crossed . . .(hard to use the mouse that way though, isn’t it?)
Now I have a row of four little plants. We’ll see. In the meantime,
I can walk out front and look at the darling little violets.