My dog is killing my Bali hibiscus. I felt guilty for buying it. It’s an ostentatious flower that has no right living in the ground of zone 7. But the tag said it could survive our weather, so I purchased it and hoped for big, showy blooms.
I put it in pride of place in the garden bed, surrounded by little lavender and catmint mounds–a hybrid hibiscus that only exists because of human ingenuity and genetic modification. And its leaves are yellowing.
My dog is relieving himself on it regularly, as if he knows this hibiscus should not be here, does not belong in our winters. Doesn’t he know the climate is shifting? That our human-made smog is warming the earth?
So why can’t I have a human-made hibiscus for a hotter Maryland? We may be killing her quietly, but I think Mother Nature will have the last laugh.
Just maybe not my hibiscus.
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