Liatrus and Phlox
There are still garden tasks that occupy a part of each day. I try to pull a few weeds on a regular basis. This time of year, it does seem that the need for dead-heading increases as well.
They kind of remind me of the politicians we elect, believing their promises of a brighter future for all. All too soon, they are off on propagating a political future and forgetting those who made it all possible in the first place. Ha! I could lop their heads off! Is there a lesson here?
Now these Johnny Jump-ups are volunteers. Someone planted them over twenty years ago along the front sidewalk. Here, they have migrated their way into the back yard. They wander where they may, but they are cheery and otherwise harmless. They have turned themselves into weeds, but I do not have the ruthless fervor to eradicate them that, say, dandelions engender. Still, some of them can stay and some of them just have to go. They will come back. Talk about politicians.
Then there is the crabgrass. Oh, it is late July and early August, the season of crabgrass. What an annoyingly opportunistic pest! I want to believe that there is some kind of intelligent design at work in nature, but then the crabgrass starts popping up and I am no longer so much a believer.
Sure, I could look at myself as a heartless colonial master banishing native plants I consider inferior in order to make room for the desirable plants of my own choosing. But I'm not going there right now.