It has to be done. My friend Bill and I have been talking about it for weeks, and now we’re getting down to the wire, and really running out of time. Yesterday would have been the best day to just get it over with…but once again we both procrastinated….just didn’t have the heart. There’s something about attacking something that looks better right now that it has for almost the entire year….healthier, happier, so full of life, but in that big circle of life we really just have to bite the bullet, take a deep breath….and cut back the hibiscus. I have a theory that either the day length or the temperature somehow pushes hibiscus plants (trees almost) to bloom like crazy just before the frost hits them. Since both Bill and I and lots of other gardeners will bring the tropicals inside for the winter, they have to be cut back in most cases. I’m lucky enough to have a little greenhouse, but even that is already packed with my geraniums, jasmines, begonias, palms, ferns and stephanotis.
Every morning I look at the giant double red blooms all over the last hibiscus and think…well…one more day, then I’ll start trimming it…but then the evening sun hits the scarlet petals, and I sigh and put the clippers down…again. I know it’s actually good for the plant to maintain it’s size…reinvigorate it for the spring, and guarantee a spot for it somewhere safe and warm, but it’s just so damn hard to start hacking at it while it looks so healthy and strong. Woof watches me every day as I sit on the stoop and talk to that big beautiful plant…she’s on the love seat soaking up the last rays of summer, and I kinda think she’s right about another day or two…another reprieve..and after all, Bill hasn’t pounced on his beautiful monster yet either. One more day.