08/12/2025
Out weeding again last night and every time I stood up these areas took my breath away. They’re finally what I’ve been dreaming of. Natural gardens that shift and shape them selves and blend organically with the meadow around them, but there’s more texture, more color and it’s so inviting it distracts every time I see it. You can’t even tell my Luna girl dug a whole in the first one—she’s always after those ground squirrels, but never gets them. The second and third are my wild gardens of fennel, tansy, bee balm, and hollyhocks. It’s hard to tell, but they’re all much taller than me, and again every time I stand up I’m speechless from their beauty, height, depth and color. The ground is covered in chocolate mint, there’s globe thistle, astrantia, and echinacea poking through. There’s some phlox and dots of queen annes lace throughout. The crocosmia has finished, but their seed heads are still worth leaving. The autumn Japanese anemone is starting to bud up and the goldenrod is about to pop telling me to soak up every minute I can get out here. As I’m down weeding I can hear the hummingbirds zipping in and out, the bumble bees buzzing from bloom to bloom and then stand to see monarch after monarch fluttering around. This is August.
