Sunday was Father's Day, which means precious little to me. For me, I'm a father every day and don't need a day to remind me of it or how much my kids mean to me. But it always means that our early summer flowers are just about in peak condition. And I'm feeling a little sad about our gardens now that they are maturing after 7-8 years of hard work just in time for us to leave them and start all over again in Oregon.
I wanted a reminder that I can take with me, so I hauled the camera out to the back yard to see what I could see. And what I could see looks amazing. The garden isn't a static thing. Some plants thrive and others do not. Volunteers come up every year and some we move to more appropriate locations. Some plants we put in the wrong places and we end up moving them. Some plants are just wrong and they get composted. But now our garden is at a point where it is on its own. Sure, we weed it, prune it, and encourage it, but we are no longer actively planting, letting it find its own way, naturally.
|Stella d'Oro Daylilies|
|A Sunny Yellow Tickseed Coreopsis|
|An Unusual Purple Coneflower|
|Butter and Eggs|
|Our Lone Hosta|
|A White-Variant Purple Coneflower|
|Masses of Thyme in Full Bloom|
|Bush Honeysuckle Berries|