I bought a Haloragus 'Wellington Bronze' back about the year 2000; after a year or so I pulled it out, but ever since, a few seedlings appear every spring. No seedling has ever thrived, because I either killed them or drought did. This year I enabled one seedling to grow. It looks rather nice, nothing to swoon over, but it covers a small bit of bare ground and gets watered when the extra-water fairy is on her way from 'Fair Bianca' to the new lemon tree. So there it is.
There are times when you have to allow for random events, though having determined that the Haloragus will bloom in August, I may pull it in July. We may have to allow for random events, but not forever.
Another random thing--the puppies are apparently Wes Anderson fans. They watched nearly all of 'Moonrise Kingdom' with rapt attention the other day.
Love Khaki Scouts!
We have less control over everything than we think. In my garden I am Master, I like to think, but it is not so. My perfect tree, carefully chosen, mulled over, nurtured, has split:
The roses I care for are completely at the mercy of the next drought:
Insects invade, the sun beats, the wind blows.
Control is illusion
Though at the same time, the garden helps me forget that.
My own moonrise kingdom.