a new friend swapped me this plant this spring.
not sure on the name of it.
I love the detail in the petals of this flower.
Dahlia from my Oma, who passed on last year. A small part of something she loved lives on in my garden.
Echinacea
Thistle
Papery thin poppies - they pop up every year.
It is the first year that I have appreciated the unique beauty of the dusty miller. I attribute this to increased gardening maturity, related to my new appreciation for shrubs and foliage plants...
The preceding images have been carefully planned in order to NOT show the actual state of the garden this year. There are weeds here, there and everywhere. Lettuce that has overgrown into tall columns, parsley that is taller than my tallest child. Nuts the squirrels have planted are sprouting haphazardly and morning glory has choked our new shrub by the birthday bench. It is a sad state of affairs, but I have resigned myself to let it be (for the most part) this year, and have higher aspirations for next year. The exception to this might be a labor induction weeding session coming up in the next week sometime. We'll see how that works.
