Hope triumphs
Samuel Johnson supposedly said that a second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience. I feel the same way every time I plant a bush.
A long series of bushes and shrubs have bought the farm at my house, beginning with two barberry bushes in 2005. The only things I’ve been able to keep alive are a bunch of boring boxwoods. This time I’m taking a chance on two moonshadow euonymus. Godspeed, little bushes.
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Hey, maybe you need to enrich the soil you're planting in. I have a tough time getting anything to thrive, or even live, on the near north side of my house. The soil has a high clay content there, like noticeably higher than just 20 feet away.
Yeah, I've wondered about the soil. It doesn't look too clay-ish, though.
Maybe it's just kind of depleted. It's right in front of the house, so it's probably been nourishing decorative plants for eons.
Also, some plants are just duds. I had an expensive tree die on me, while one just like it four feet away is thriving. (I have a theory, though, that someone may have delivered a mortal wound to it while pruning it in bloom!)
I had an evergreen bush just kick the bucket, too.
Yeah, plants are just a gamble. But I do think maybe something's wrong with the dirt by my porch. I tried using some root nutrients on the last bush I planted. So far it's only half-dead.
I saw this really beautiful dwarf blue spruce bush at the nursery. Sadly, it was about $75 more than I wanted to pay.
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