There's an area at the back of our yard where we've been putting plants over the last few years that, for one reason or another, did not stand much of a chance. They're in the back of the yard because they won't be unsightly to anyone but us while they struggle to succeed.
In the spring we split a hibiscus from my in laws, which did quite well in another part of the yard, but a little nub that fell off the root base of the transplant went into "The Land of Misfit Plants," and yesterday it bloomed.
That would really help to fill out the right side of the Land of Misfit Plants. The left side is thriving. There's a hydrangea over there that came to us two years ago as a short stick with no leaves on it, the remains of a potted plant my sister received as a gift. We figured we'd plant it and see what happens, and this year we had dozens of flowers.
The right side of The Land is still struggling to fill out.
And, just behind the rock wall, there are three lilacs we moved last fall from a shady spot, hoping that they'll flower some day.
It's The Land of Misfit Plants that keeps me going. When flea beetles eat the arugula and the holly is covered in a black sticky film, I look to these little nubs that turn into plants and I remember that plants want to grow, and they will if you give them time, and a little attention.