There is a single cluster of white coneflowers in the middle of the sea of purple, outside the library loading dock.
I never have luck growing echinacea. The deer eat it. We have a lovely bed of it by the entrance to the library loading dock, though.
The babies are finally starting to bloom. There are also more day lilies budding. Hopefully our neighborhood doe won’t clear cut them.
The deer ate my hostas, but they left the day lilies. For now, at least.
I’ve always called this plant Wandering Jew, but someone pointed out that it’s spiderwort. I had no idea that Wandering Jew actually is a variety of spiderwort.
The more you know…
The dandelions have run amok, which is what they do best.
Everything is greening up.
I saw these little guys growing on a mulberry tree stump, when I walked the dog this evening. Mushrooms. In December. Surely that’s a sign of the apocalypse?
I should clear the garden, but there are still a few skippers and sulphurs showing up to feed on the tail end of my sad zinnias.
I don’t remember seeing many of these guys in previous years. They’ve been regular visitors this summer.