Saturday, June 6, 2009

Go Tell Aunt Rhody

Here's a story
of perseverance. When we bought this house in 1986, the backyard was a dark warren of dense shade tunnels between overgrown bushes, starved-for-light dogwoods and out-of-control English ivy. Lying in the midst of it was an ancient rhodydendrum. She was literally sprawled on her side. A huge branch had grown so weary searching for light, it had just grown horizontally across the ground. Half of her was diseased and rotting. A small portion of her, though, refused to give up. I remember hacking away at the dead wood and cutting her back to just a stump.

Today, she's in glorious rebirth. And this season, I don't think I've ever seen her look so splendid. She's Aunt Rhody, the old lady of the garden. The Putterer

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