Taking Out Some FRUSTRATION on My CANNAS

Was busy last Saturday in my Lost and Found garden. I had been looking out there ...feeling all kinds of emotions. Then I started considering my cannas, my thug cannas all in my garden.

Yes, they can be pretty, but they have looked ratty for years now. And they can be invasive here in the South. Something, some little bad bugs, worms, whatever eat them ragged before they reach their full beauty.

That made me mad and frustrated at them. So I decided to rip those cannas out. I was feeling pretty strongly about it, looking forward to it.

Halfway done here, I worked diligently, satisfyingly... and ripped one by one out. Fairly easy except for a few.

I think I may have scared Maxine with all my pulling and tugging and grunting. So I stopped and loved her up.

She is super-sensitive, like me. Blessing sometimes , but I feel mainly a curse.

I  know you gardeners out there who can't grow cannas think I am bonkers, but they grow like wildfire here. My husband hates them, they get very ' yucky looking after a while. Fall over, messy plants.

See ? I am not going to spray chemicals all in my garden to kill whatever minuscule varmints are doing this.

Further yuck .

They look dead to me, and I don't want anything like that in my garden. I know exactly what all you philosophers and psychologists will say that means right now to me. And I can tell you that I already know what it means.

So I rip and I tug and it sates my frustration , for a very short time.

The bad boys. Down and out , but I know these guys like a book, they have roots that live forever.

A tangled mess of roots, and I KNOW I don't have them all out.

The babies coming out .Tons of roots below still . Makes me consider  another spiritual application in my garden concerning the ' roots of sin ', and how we think we can get rid of it on the surface of our lives ...but if we don't go deep enough , and extract the tap roots, or the jumbled up mass of roots that lead us to our own problems...then we won't ever conquer them.
Surface spirituality disgusts God. He knows when we leave the roots of our sins.

Back to my canna destruction therapy.

 Maxine comes over to check on me , well really she just wants me to cart these out to the curb so she can get free of the backyard and possibly harass a passing dog on the front sidewalk.
Or scare my mailman.

Further pitiful, yucky cannas I planted in the back that never even bloomed. 

I know that some smarty-pant gardeners out there will leave me a comment and let me know exactly what is eating these guys up.

Pitt-Tee-Full.
I rip these out too.

That's me in the very back, my little boy was taking some of these shots...as you can tell by his artistic angles..he is swinging on his swing doing this. That's what I get with a 9 year old. Beggars can't be choosers.

He loved getting the rainbow here, I was getting very hot, it was of course humid here. I would normally say this shot represents ' hope ' for me. Not really ready to receive it yet though. I can't even see it yet , much less receive it.

Ready for the curb, rainbow still revealing itself here. Never saw it in person, only showed up when we looked later at the shots. I'm betting God always sees rainbows around us.

Maxine ready to escort me to the curb.

Then Maxine and I come back, see my assistant photographer on his swing ? I wanted to sit here and see what I thought my garden looked like without the cannas.
Before:

I always liked their foliage.


After:

Opens up the garden quite a lot. I bet you are thinking, " I like the cannas in there better. "

But I sit back with Maxine, and look some more...

And I decide I am pleased . Petting her beautiful black coat is soothing too.

Life just keeps going on...regardless.


I encourage you to go rip something out of your garden, something that has always bugged you, but you have allowed it to stay.
It will feel good.


be safe,
Gina