So, here’s the rest of the photos Blogger wouldn’t let me upload last night. Nothing especially new and spectacular, just a few shots of yesterday’s morning in the garden. That’s the red dianthus, above, making an August return following deadheading.
To the right is the agastache I showed you a few weeks ago, with the licorice-y flowers and leaves. It’s become a tidy little plant this summer, but I wonder just how tall it will become before we wrap for the season.
In the distance there, you can see the pale purple thistle flowers. I’ve mentioned before how I dug the seedling of this wildflower out of a railroad right-of-way…but I’m pleased with it in the garden. It’s populating an area of poor soil other things might fail in and I just love those little flowers. Plus, it’s turning out to be a good trellace for errant morning glories.
(Actually, apologies are offered…now that I’m looking at this post on a properly-colored monitor, I can see it’s not that good a photo…you should see it in just blue, yellow and black…)
I’ve had lots of compliments and kind words from the neighbors on Not Wisteria Lane this summer. You can imagine they are mostly happy to have the colorful show on what was previously a bare split-rail fence. But the other night, one of our neighbors – in his 80s, we believe – walked over and grabbed hold of one of the branches of this wild thistle and said “What the hell is this?” (yelling more because of deafness than anger, I think…) I replied it was wild thistle. “You planted this? It’s a weed!!” I tried to explain about a plant out of place, but that generation knows a weed must be eradicated. He shook his head in something like disgust and walked away.
Ah well, you can’t make everyone happy.
It’s a beautiful day this morning. There’s bright sunshine from a brilliantly blue sky, with an assortment of white puffy clouds here and there overhead. The temperature is an even 70 degrees, but there’s not a hint on humidity in the air.
In fact, it feels a little like September.