My garden has been sorely neglected throughout the month of August. I take a daily stroll through, but the weeding, transplanting, mulching, deadheading, and new bed creation has ceased. Because God has sent me an abundance of rain this summer, watering has ceased as well.
My backyard beds are a weedy mess, and my wildflower meadow is a weedy mess too. The great thing about the wildflower meadow is that it’s acceptable as a weedy mess. I have termed it a natural habitat, and now have the support of tree-huggers worldwide.
My flower beds, however, would have Mom down on her hands and knees waging war with trumpet vine. I chopped down the 8 foot tall 30 year old trumpet vine tree awhile back, but all it’s little trumpet vine children pop up here, there, and everywhere.
The day I leave this garden is the day the trumpet vine and wisteria claim it. I just beat them back, but I cannot defeat them.
I must truly give God all the credit for the beautiful flowers that have bloomed this year from plants and seed. Each one is lovely to me and some bring me great happiness when they finally arrive.
From those that emerge from seed, I love the sunflower the most.
