I forced myself out of bed this morning (translation – wife kicked me) to finally spend some time outside in the garden. It had been a long time since we hung out and the excessive weed population proved it.
Between vacation, soaring temps, the day job, child transportation to and fro and self exile from all of this pipeline nonsense, I’ve been negligent in my garden upkeep and enjoyment.
And here is what I quickly learned … the summer has flown by.
Not only are we now in the dog days of summer, but so are the plants. The vibrancy of summer blooms have faded and we are now in that awkward phase between the sweetheart of summer and when autumn kicks it in to high gear.
Nowhere is this more evident then with one my personal faves, the Bee Balm. I love me some Bee Balm (Monarda), even the current day spent/faded Bee Balm.
It reflects the time of year beautifully. Still some signs of that fantastic flower color, even from afar, yet worn from the pounding of the sun and the brutal heat.
Without realizing it, I’ve allowed the Monarda to spread to its heart content and it is still behaving well with others. True garden interest for months on end.
With Joe Pye Weed (Eupatorium).
And with the ornamental grass.
Apparently the butterflies are still willing visitors.
While we are at it, let’s throw the Joe Pye Weed into the fading-summer-yet-enjoyable mix as well.
Those pink blooms aren’t as vivid as a few weeks ago, but are still holding up well.
Again, the critters aren’t holding any grudges.
I’m cool with staying in this well worn yet mellow phase for a few more weeks. I’m nowhere near ready for the fall yet and so this is the last I will discuss of it for at least another month or so.
Enjoy your weekend.
Totally know what you mean…it’s almost shocking how some things that seemed so glorious just a blink of an eye ago are now nothing but spent blooms. Well, those browned seed heads attract and delight the bright yellow finches so, at least, they add some color. For me, I’m in countdown mode for when my pink muhly grass breaks forth and then I will be in the throes of garden delirium for a stretch.