I’m going around the garden with my deadhead basket in hand, gently snipping or pulling off spent blooms. This is my most soothing time of day. I AM the grateful deadheader – the one who pulls and snips off dead flowers, so the plant can bloom anew. I wish I had coined this phrase, grateful deadheader, but I can’t take credit. Years ago I read an article in a gardening magazine about a couple with extensive gardens, and how they divided up the work to maintain such a huge landscape. The wife pointed out that she did the deadheading and was thus the grateful deadheader. The term struck a chord – I’d never thought of deadheading as something to be grateful for. It seemed like thankless, constant work. In fact for years I purposely avoided planting anything that needed deadheading to thrive, thinking my time was much too important to spend it bringing out the dead. But, if you don’t want to deadhead, you’re severely limited in what you might plant in your garden. Begonias, Impatiens, any lazy plant where the dead blooms just fall off - these I find too uninspired and prosaic for my garden.
So, I decided to try it. I pulled out an old basket and an inexpensive pair of scissors, and left them by the back door where I could grab them easily. And I started deadheading. Whenever I had a few minutes, I’d creep around the garden, clipping, pulling, filling my basket with dead blooms. Eventually, two things happened. My gardens really, well, blossomed. And I relished in the quiet moments I would snatch here and there to perform a task so mundane, yet so important, Why this is soothing, I still don’t know. When I’m going from plant to plant, tenderly checking for dead blooms, I get the same feeling I used to have when sneaking in to peek at my sleeping children. That sense of quiet nurturing. Plants produce flowers as their seeds; once the seeds are produced, the plant feels its work is done. Seeds ready to go, no need to put out any more energy. But clip off the seeds, the plant says “Oh, my seeds are gone, I need to produce more” and voila’ – the plant thrives, blooming like crazy, filling out, adding branches. Do not our children do the same with quiet daily nurturing? So deadhead I will. And gratefully.
© Huffygirl 2011
(Disclaimer: In no way does Huffygirl mean to offend persons who plant begonias, impatiens and other self-deadheading flowers.)



It’s like a form of meditation. Who knew the clippings in a Deadhead Basket could look so pretty?
I know. I didn’t realize how good they looked until I took the picture – they basically turn into dried flowers. The zinnias especially look nice.
Lovely writing and wonderful message. Thanks.
So kind of you to say Winsomebella!
Of any gardening task, this is one I can stand (love leaf-raking; o.k. with pruning–that’s it!)
Well, get your counterpart to plant the flowers, then you can peacefully deadhead and maintain them.
The flowers are beautiful.
Thanks Cecelia. See what deadheading can do!
Wonderful, well-written post! Beautiful flowers!
Thanks Theresa.
Congrats “grateful deadheader”
Lovely plants. Sometimes doing something which does not require major brain activity or lots of physical labor is very relaxing and maybe even inspirational.
Thanks Ann. I hope it’s not too hot down there for you to enjoy some gardening too.
I don’t really have a garden. A couple pots out back with sweet potatoes and onions which I hope will grow ok, and a couple plants on front porch to help curb appeal even a little since am trying to sell townhouse.
Well better than nothing.
I really enjoyed this post—wish I had written it!
Oh Cindy, that’s the best complement ever. It would go great with your amazing flower photos!
Wonderful, inspirational post. We should all look for ways to meditate with the mundane, like you have. My husband is the deadheader in our family. He does it with such tenderness, and I never understood it until I read your post. Fabulous!
Wonderful idea CE. Thanks so much for your gracious words.
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