"I knew how awful the garden would be...
But that doesn't mitigate the despair that you feel when you see it.
I worked for two days and almost got the weeds out of the beds around the summer house.
There isn't much left."
August 19, 1934
On this day, garden writer Elizabeth Lawrence wrote her sister Ann:
I am so happy to get back to my rickety Corona;
Ellen’s elegant new typewriter made anything I had to say unworthy of its attention.
The Zinnias you raised for us are magnificent.
There are lots of those very pale salmon ones that are the loveliest of all, and some very pale yellow ones that Bessie puts in my room. The red ones are in front of boltonia and astilbe (white).
I knew how awful the garden would be.
I have come back to it before, and I knew Bessie wasn’t going to do anything by herself.
But that doesn’t mitigate the despair that you feel when you see it.
I worked for two days and almost got the weeds out of the beds around the summer house. There isn’t much left.
There has been so much rain that the growth of the weeds was tropical.
(Bessie was Elizabeth's mom. They shared a love of gardening.)