She’s the Goose
What is happening outside, month by month, in one ordinary garden in New England.
The long border in the second week of August, from the lawn side. Planted in threes and fives, fed twice a season, and otherwise left to get on with it.
March – May
Hyacinth going in along the stone edge, the first week the ground gave.
A hand fork and ground that had been frozen four months.
Two weeks on. Nothing has ever felt more like proof.
Everything in this bed went in over one afternoon in late March, in the cold, badly. It is still the highest-return hour of the whole garden year — and the only work that has to happen before the season decides for you.
June
Boston fern and white petunia — the pairing that survives a porch in July.
The moss birdhouse, replanted with sedum and portulaca.
Hung where it takes morning sun and afternoon shade.
June is for containers. Plant them roughly twice as full as looks sensible — by the second week of August they will be exactly right, and by September they will be generous.
July – mid-August
Dahlia, black-leaf hibiscus, elephant ear. Height at the back, weight through the middle.
The border from the lawn, mid-July, before anything flops.
The porch — where most of the summer is actually spent.
Nothing in this border is rare. It is all garden-centre stock, planted densely, fed twice, and cut back once in July. Density is doing the work that a plant list is usually given credit for.
Mid-August – September
The border as it lets go — still to be photographed.
The last cutting of the year.
What stays up for the winter.
The garden stops asking for much after the middle of August. This is the month to walk it rather than work it, and to write down what should move in October.