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The New York Roof Deck and Roof Gardening Meetup Group Message Board › One more link... Why Did My Plant Die?

One more link... Why Did My Plant Die?

A former member
Post #: 3
This poem, by Geoffrey Charlesworth, and quoted in Margaret Roach's gardening blog, made my day, and I had to share.

Why Did My Plant Die?
Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

You walked too close. You trod on it.
You dropped a piece of sod on it.
You hoed it down. You weeded it.
You planted it the wrong way up.
You grew it in a yogurt cup
But you forgot to make a hole;
The soggy compost took its toll.
September storm. November drought.
It heaved in March, the roots popped out.
You watered it with herbicide.
You scattered bonemeal far and wide.
Attracting local omnivores,
Who ate your plant and stayed for more.
You left it baking in the sun
While you departed at a run
To find a spade, perhaps a trowel,
Meanwhile the plant threw in the towel.
You planted it with crown too high;
The soil washed off, that explains why.
Too high pH. It hated lime.
Alas it needs a gentler clime.
You left the root ball wrapped in plastic.
You broke the roots. They’re not elastic.
You walked too close. You trod on it.
You dropped a piece of sod on it.
You splashed the plant with mower oil.
You should do something to your soil.
Too rich. Too poor. Such wretched tilth.
Your soil is clay. Your soil is filth.
Your plant was eaten by a slug.
The growing point contained a bug.
These aphids are controlled by ants,
Who milk the juice, it kills the plants.
In early spring your garden’s mud.
You walked around! That’s not much good.
With heat and light you hurried it.
You worried it. You buried it.
The poor plant missed the mountain air:
No heat, no summer muggs up there.
You overfed it 10-10-10.
Forgot to water it again.
You hit it sharply with the hose.
You used a can without a rose.
Perhaps you sprinkled from above.
You should have talked to it with love.
The nursery mailed it without roots.
You killed it with those gardening boots.
You walked too close. You trod on it.
You dropped a piece of sod on it.

New York, NY
Post #: 2
Lovely Spencer...a great poem..
and I fully agree... there's 100's of things going on..and one manages someof them.. but with lots of plants.. and Lots of things that happen...with each one... there's things that actually do happen
giving a bit extra.. heat...
I'm a member of The I Killed 100 Plants This Year Club angry
Grow lots of them.. and there will be some that are for the moment.. alive
Brooklyn, NY
Post #: 4
Spencer, that's great, and Gordon, I'm joining the club, with my dear arctic willow (Salix purpurea 'Nana') going to the compost pile and feeding all its tired brown dead leaves back to the soil. It sure had a gangbuster time earlier this year with all the rain. My next choice for that whiskey barrel will be a lot more drought-proof.
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