Today is the day that we remember fallen soldiers. And what better way to pay tribute to the honored dead then by dedicating a post about my fabulous garden to them?
This long weekend the sun has shone with abundance and my plants have done a lot of growing. Here is an annual I planted on the front steps with my Hydrangea and Chives as a backdrop.
A view of my awe inspiring work. Many argue that my garden can't get any more marvelous, rather they posit that the term marvelous describes its state of being - just as water can't get any wetter, because the word wet describes the defining property of water itself. There is much to be said for the logic of that argument, but of course we know that my garden defies logic every day. Like the Dos Equis guy, oxymorons mean nothing to it. Whiles its true that my garden does, in fact, epitomize marvelous such that it couldn't get more marvelous, my garden does become more amazing with each day, thereby changing the definition of the word marvelous itself.
One of the many annuals that provide the exclamation point on this fine garden.
I've moved this fine Dianthus out front to provide it with more sun. It may go in the ground here soon.
Some short sighted fool abandoned this planter in the woods near my luxurious abode. I rescued it and performed some minor repairs and now it is spectacular. No doubt that boob would commit sepuku if they knew what amazingness the the fixture they so callously discarded is now a part of.
Yourn eyes have now seen the glory of the coming of the lord.
If John Keats were still alive, we know what the subject of his next ode would be.
The Rose of Sharon grows taller and provide an excellent anchor for the corner of the house.
These Black Eyed Susans have done much better since I moved them to the front.
Dr. Robert Jarvik wishes he could perform transplants as well as I did with this Hosta.
The Climbing Hydrangea has inspired a new religion dedicated to it.
Looking at it, the only real question is why did it take so long?
Another fine transplant. It's like I garden with stem cells.
This Azeala is officially back in business.
I look to have a normal flowering next year.
This mighty mint is already growing like mad.
Eve would have told the snake to piss off if she had inhabited this Eden.
Atilbe and Climbing Hydrangea integrating marvelously.
A close up of this titan.
This wild hydrangea really is really filling in the space I gave it.
A close up of two of its many blooms.
As I oracularly predicted, the front proved to be too sunny for the impatien hangers, so I moved them to a shadier place.
The Creeping Phlox is out of the potter and into the ground. In its place I added these two.
Torenias: the finest of annuals.
The Phlox settles into its new locale.
A close up of the impatien hanger.
I've replaced my old beloved astilbe, taken before its time, with a new one. It remains to be seen whether the new one can equal the old one's glory.
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