When it comes to growing flowers I often feel like an overprotective, hovering mother who has been planning her children’s life from conception. Getting them enrolled into the perfect preschool, after school tutors and activities, straight A’s, the finest college. You know the type, a total stress case.
This spring the Tulips sent me into controlling mother overdrive. I’d pace the rows, examine leaves, have Chris look REALLY close “do you see that!? Is it a disease!?,” pace some more, fret, wring my hands, give them another batch of compost tea, do breathing exercises. Oh God, I’m sure Chris was about to commit me! While a beautiful, amazing crop, the Tulips certainly brought out an unpleasant aspect of my personality!
It’s that way every time I take a big risk and wade into somewhat unknown waters. Last year we grew 1,500 Tulips, this year 10,000. BIG difference! While it’s understandable to be a bit nervous when undertaking a big growth spurt, I seriously need to figure out how to chill !
But now my babies have left the nest and while it is a HUGE relief to see them venture off into the world to do their work, I can’t help but miss them.
The once full rows in the greenhouse are now scattered with wilted leaves, ready to be cleaned out and replanted. Sigh….