I looked at what was blooming instead of what wasn't.
There is much that is pink. Am I wild about those mauve lilies? No,but I'm wild about the friend who gave them to me so they stay.
Did I believe those tiny bulbs I planted this spring and almost forgot about ( thank god for rain) would turn into a potfull of pineapple lilies? No, but how fabulous are they? ( no thanks to me)
Did I expect the African foxgloves to reseed and return ( wherever they damn well wanted)? No, but I scattered seeds and crossed my fingers.
Do I mean to have fields of yarrow in various shades of pastels? No, but what a tough little bugger this plant is, surviving drought, visiting dogs, and careless postmen. This yarrow rocks!
As does this one growing among the monarda and hydrangea.
And did I expect to round the corner and find the fig bound and tied with secured with an ingenious assortment of stakes and wire and garden hose? Well ,yes actually, because GG was home alone for 2 hours and she had a plan. And let's be honest, you all expected it too, didn't you?
So this is how my garden grows, with lucky rainfalls, and windfalls and gifts from friends and a v. clever G.F.