IT’S EARLY SATURDAY and already hot. You have a lot to do but, alas, an immediate aggravation. By means of a jet of water to the face, you discover your hose has a hole. You speed off to the garden center for a new one but, being easily distracted, you come home with a trunk full of plants instead—an oak, an oakleaf hydrangea, one each of five different new coneflowers, some milkweed.
Back home, now with a bigger workload, you garden like hell. The only place you can find for the new hydrangea requires digging out a thick patch of black-eyed Susans. You squeeze the coneflowers in anywhere you can and hope for good color combinations with existing plants. Milkweeds are crammed wherever, and the oak gets planted in the…
