August Flowers

There is not much going on in the garden after mother nature rained and stormed and puffed the flower beds away.

I spent the most part of yesterday cleaning up broken branches as thick as my arm that were strewn about the lawn, blocking access to my favorite spot in the back yard and crushing the vegetable garden. A scene worthy of the end of days, which is now, mercifully gone.

Distraught as I was by the desolate sight, I removed myself for a short while from the disheveled garden scene, and this seemed to signal to the plants that it’s time to grow completely out of control. I’m mad at plants, if you can believe it.

I don’t know where anything is anymore, it’s all a compact block of something and weeds that I dare not sink my hands into. I found a flower, if it’s any consolation.

After all these years of gardening I learned to accept that there is no controlling an August garden, but it still gets my goat every single year!

My mood turned bleak after I figured out, after a whole day of hauling wood, that I barely scratched the surface of the work that needs done. I have at least a week’s worth of weeding to do, and several shrubs of wild honeysuckle to dig out. Those suckers have roots to the center of the earth.

In short, aaaaa!!!