May Night Salvia and Mom's transplanted Peonies
A lovely downpour saved this hose-schlepping hand-waterer tons of work in the flower beds, though my garden chores may never get done.
Happy weeds have so completely taken over that I removed the little sign from the street garden that proudly identified this joint as "High Altitude Gardening."
Clematis climbing vines
In years past, I wanted everybody to know who planted these pretty flowers! This year, it's probably best to remain incognito.
If passers by don't know a flower lovin' blogger lives here, perhaps they won't expect as much.
I was giggling this morning while taking these pics. Each shot required an extra 5 minutes of weed pulling so you wouldn't see the Bermuda grass choking the life out of my pretty flowers!
Me & Meg (look close - she's sticking her tongue out at the camera. :)
Who's to blame for such neglectful gardening? Why the horse, of course! Were it up to me I'd stay home and pull weeds all day long.