Peppermint Phlox prepares to show her pretty face.
Rose Campion* picks up the slack as Johnson's Blue Geraniums take a well-deserved break.
Rose and I are BFFs. I adore everything about her! Including the silvery grey foliage that sets off her show-stopper fuchsia blooms.
John Cabot Roses will flower all summer long, if you're nice to them. [Half the summer if you're not.]
It is no hotter today than it was last Friday or earlier in the week. There's just something about it being the month of August that works like a charm.
When the pinks grace my garden in full force.
And, I get permission to slack off on pretty much everything.
Except moving the sprinkler from here to there.
What's left to be done in the garden will not get done. Certainly not if it's left up to me.
August spells the beginning of the... end. As in the end of my energy. Because when it hits 95 degrees outside there's really only one thing to do.
Hoist myself into a swimsuit and head to the beach! :))