So I plant Morning Glories. I think they look really neat on my antique garden gate in full bloom. And they do. When they bloom. This year I planted a variety of colors. Just this past week, this color started blooming. I have had about six blooms. Earlier I had some ittle bitty red ones. Cute, but not the ones I wanted. I wanted these! So here it is. Late September, and finally...FINALLY, I get a few meager blooms. See how close to the fence? This one had stuck it's head through and was showing off for my neighbor! Now I like my neighbor and all, but darn it, this bloom is mine. I reeled it back through the fence for the photo. And for the day.
My other favorite color of Morning Glory.
The last of my hollies, which are now tall and straggly and spindly stalks, loaded with seeds. The guy is all 'are they ready for trimming?' Oh ho ho! Silly fellow! If I did that, how in the world would I get my volunteers for next year? The Guy and I? We have differing philosophies. He likes a neated up space. I see things growing freely and think...hey, what a green thumb have I!
As evidenced by my volunteer sunflowers this years...that provided us a bower over the walkway to the gate. Then a barrier....complete with bees! Fine, I said, and deadheaded, but only because I knew that would extend the blooming!
About 5 years ago, I bought my only hyacinth bean. Since then I have grown my bean trees from seeds. Like magic they are! They thrive despite me.
My other flavor of hollyhock. I wonder what sort of babies I will get next year?