
I fully intended to wrap my banana. I'd been learning the same lesson winter after winter, spring after spring. Never again would I allow its majestic leaves to begin a new season rising from a putrid pit of green. No, this was the year my banana would get wrapped and begin life from a standing position, already several feet tall.
Lo and behold, I blew it once again. My hardy banana, the uncomplaining Musa basjoo, is going to have to start from scratch in June. And that's optimistic, since this spring was so cold, I saw nary a leaf until summer. Consequently, my banana barely topped five feet, a sad showing from a creature that could easily top twice that size.
So what have I learned? Despite the beauty and disciplined design of my new courtyard garden, I am the same undisciplined gardener. No wonder I opted for so much hardscape this time 'round. I am not proud.

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