Summer is waning, and the flower garden has been in better shape. But I like it anyway. The weeds are winning, but overall at a glance you can't tell because of so many sunflowers and giant marigolds bursting in yellow. The hardy red colored marigolds drape over the rock wall and my late season asters are like colorful pom-poms above them in pink, purple and white.-
The huge castor beans, so mighty and leafy will die with the first frost...but for now they look they belong here...like rubber tree plants that never die. The amaranthys drape over some recycled yard sign holders...the wires are great for that. And last but not least the mini dalias are blooming along with a few stray roses that came back twice this year.
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My gardens are hodgepodges of flowers.... mini zinnias and snapdragons, impatiens and cleome... it's always been that way here. Sometimes we just throw seeds in and see what grows. Last year we had sea of blue bachelor buttons that came up in late spring that no one remembers planting.
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Tulip bulbs get planted and forgotten, and until they open in the spring it's anyone's guess as to what color they will be. Years of hoarding bulbs and getting them mixed up with other bulbs caused this. Labeling things isn't a strong point. Martha Stewart wouldn't be happy here, but we could certainly use her help.
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There is a difference between landscaping and gardening. Driving around I see these perfect little beds of dianthus or petunias, sticking up prettily surrounded by nice colored mulch. Pre-made baskets of various flowers draping on side porches. . . Yeah, it's all pretty. But there is something magic about a garden. It changes everyday. Something long forgotten pops up...like this years black holly hock... Black? Well....it looked black. But maybe it was really really dark purple. A conversation piece.
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Or the Magic Lily that pops up the first week of August. Out of nowhere. One day nothing is
there...then the next there is a stalk....and right on time...the first week of August it bursts into a lily, lasts a week and is gone.
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There is joy in a garden. Even today, when I really do need to get out there and deadhead and tackle some of those weeds.
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