Tomorrow is already the 20th anniversary of my 29th birthday. Where did the time go?!?
I spent the early evening yesterday watering with my gardening assistant Coco. Turns out she's not that into gardening and mostly runs around like a dong-dong wanting to play with her ball. She has to constantly interrupt me while I water.
Last week I took myself off the appointment list for open gardens. My garden isn't really a late season garden, so I felt like people would be disappointed if they visited.
I'm too critical of my garden I know, but once the grass burns up and the temperatures rise, the garden starts looking a bit shabby. Several 100 degree days doesn't help either.
So for those that may want to see what's happening in the garden, below is a little tour on an August evening.
|Coco and her favorite ball.|
|The weird leg is part of the shade support for the goldfish. |
|Shedteau Yvette |
|Poor Thunderbolt Hosta is getting squeezed out |
|Statler looking handsome|
|This Agastache is a little out of control. |
|The path to the rose garden. |
|Lobelia tupa with the "floppsies"|
|The fish are in there somewhere. |
|The Azara has grown like crazy. Waldorf in the back. |