Frustrated Gardner

Today I spent the better part of the day cleaning up the yard.  I realized I approach spring clean-up much the way I do my art collection.  I'm constantly re-arranging plants to better show case their colors or shape -- a sort of outside metamarism.    

Of course there are the plants that looked good in the shop but do absolutely nothing for me once within the palette of my yard.  Over the years I've come to realize that I only like blue greens, pink and white near the front of my house -- yellow looks absolutely horrid.  

And then of course there are the "fashionable" plants that I tire of -- they all get up-rooted and put into a large bed in the back corner of my yard -- sort of an island of misfits.  I have a small crate of art with a few pieces that I don't quite know what I was thinking when I purchased; they may have outlived the fad, or simply don't have the right context in which to shine in my home.

The frustration I sense is the fact that it is never settled; with every new piece of art or every new plant that I must have -- it causes a cascade of events while I struggle to fit it in to an already overcrowded environment with lots of stars.  I upset things I'd previously worked diligently to balance, or I realize I really have no open space for which to display -- and off to the bin or the island they go.  

I have tried to give away plants and art when I know it would have a better chance somewhere else... and then too, I make endless promises to myself to not go to another nursery, or not to look at any more art... why I don't know -- it most certainly is an exercise in futility for me!