Gardener’s Perennial Dilemma

My garden is like to surfeit, and I to starvation. Profuse with lavish vegetation it gives me no peace to know my attainment means the spade to any of my treasures to find more space. Tis kill or raise no novel rose, no fresh scent, no unfamiliar shoot. My desire is salacious, my craving for new plants is implacable but my joy in each familiar sprout, twig or blossom inestimable. How do I reconcile these opposing devotions. Each catalog lavishes praise on cultivars worthy of space but what of my present plants selected with thought for each unique character, each possible situation to be embellished. I am perplexed, caught between a choice of equally unfavorable options. I can cultivate my familiar beauties knowing I will never find the nonpareil plant or I can sacrifice my comfortable classic in search for the paragon.
The autumn proceeds, reducing my time in the dirt but increasing the onslaught of catalogs. John Clements 'Heirloom Roses' catalog just arrived to tempt me with legendary roses promising intoxicating fragrance and delicately silken blossoms. How am I to resist? Is there a twelve step for the botanic addict? Next to come will be all the catalogs inventorying seeds seeking soil and the seedlings questing for a gap to place their roots. Every lacuna, and interval will tempt me even though I know it will only crowd my current garden denizens. I will resist and find satisfaction in the renewal of plant and place come the vernal months. I will hold to my endearing plants knowing that the winter’s harsh onslaught will create vacancies, voids I will receive with mixed emotions. Bereavement will bring the pain of loss and more, the pleasure of acquisition. Come spring I will have the satisfaction of satiety with new plants amidst the renewal of my dear green friends. Survivors of both the hazards of winter and the threat of my refurbishing shovel they will revive and restore my sense of place.