I do believe I am becoming a wee bit ruthless as I grow older and more crotchety. This winter, I tossed a couple of underperforming orchids and a grapefruit that I had started from seed because it had scale and I couldn’t get rid of it. I felt no remorse, only relief. What’s happening to me?????
A couple of years ago, I planted two Buddleia “Blue Chip” because they were supposed to stay relatively small. They didn’t really, but the pollinators and I enjoyed them anyway. I planted one in each bed, on either side of the stairs. One of them got a little out of control and I kept meaning to move it, but I never got around to it.
Here’s a look at the Buddliea in question, on the far left of the bed near the stairs.
This week, while preparing my beds for the season, I took a closer look at it and it appeared for all the world to have died. And it was much too big for its spot. So out it went. The second Buddliea is less intrusive, and looks a little more alive, so it can stay – for now.
Here is The Doomed One, awaiting the truck which will take it far away.