It's easy to sit out here in blog land and pretend we're perfect. Perfect children, perfect house, perfect pets, perfect garden but I have a confession to make. I weeded my garden once in early spring and I haven't looked back since. (I'll pause here why you gasp.) There are weeds taller than me. Okay maybe that's not saying much since I'm barely over five foot tall but they are WAY taller than I am. So that is something.
I'm so thankful Mother Nature has my back on this one. Even though I have completely neglected my gardening duties, she's still putting on a heck of a show. She does it so much better than I do I think I'm going to relinquish control over to her more and more. The Coreopsis here for instance. It's lovely, but I hate deadheading it. It's out of here next year.
The heirloom phlox on the other hand can stay. If it didn't get mildew in this wet and dreary year than maybe it's a keeper.
The white variety, too.
The ditch lilies didn't put on a great show this year. I think they must like it dry. Oh, and maybe the 100 pound dog ripping them up by the roots didn't help either.
The Rose of Sharon just started. They're beautiful, but I sure wish they were somewhere else in the yard. They've been there for over 100 years though so I guess they're staying. Can you imagine the size of the root ball on these puppies?
Sweet peas run amok along my entrance garden. There is a fence there for them to climb but they don't. I give up trying to make them. Have at it sweet peas, do as you please.
One of my personal favorites, the hydrangeas. Always, always love them.
So what's blooming in your neck of the woods?