Enter tosser's remorse.
"I wish I'd kept it," said Lyn, in a rare example of second-guessing one of her tosser choices.
Such remorse happens in many aspects of living, including in the clothing we get rid of, in the tools we let go. And, especially for me, in the plants we edit.
|Living in the compost pile, jasmine poses a dilemma.|
Exhibit No. 1: After several years of growing an orange jasmine tree (Murraya paniculata), I got tired of overwintering the tender plant indoors; mealy bugs loved it, and it took up more space than I wanted to give it.
So, in early spring, I snatched it from its pot and stashed it in Big Momma's Garden, leaning it upside a tree and giving it no care at all. Passing it months later, I noticed green shoots at the base. Determined to put this plant out of my head and my garden, I moved it to the compost pile.
Buuut, hedging my bets, I stood it up, and I didn't cut it into little pieces to get rid of it for good. Serious tosser's remorse has set in. I began recalling the powerfully sweet fragrance that was so welcome in the living room during cold, dreary months. And how the little white flowers lit up the space around the plant. I also recalled the reasons I'd tossed it in the first place.
The jasmine is still in the compost pile. No additional growth. Increasingly remorseful, I think of rescuing the pitiful plant and trying to nurse it back to health. But, I'm also thinking of whether I need to start fresh, buy another jasmine. Before winter.
Tosser's remorse. Gardener's curse.