Of boulders and weeds

This evening I was walking around the yard and noticing all the new heat loving weeds that have sprouted up overnight in the lawn. Sigh. Although I can't say I completely hate it, weeding seems like such a Sisyphean task. But as Camus says in "The Myth of Sisyphus" "one must imagine Sisyphus happy" as "the struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart."

I can sometimes find some enjoyment in weeding, though I can't say it exactly fills my heart. So for tonight I ignored the weeds and enjoyed the more floriferous greens in the garden.

Here are some purple coneflowers (Echinacea purpurea) flanked by a sprig of Russian sage (Perovskia atriplicifolia) and a some white yarrow (Achillea.)


I used to be such a flower snob and I always turned my nose up at petunias. But they are so colorful, fragrant, and they bloom so long that's it hard not to love them. Everytime I took Saffron to Millcreek Gardens I let her buy a pack. We planted them in a big pot around some Genovese basil. There's some flowering tobacco (Nicotiana alata) in the background.


Here is a cheerful combination of various common garden pinks (Diantus plumarius.)


Saffron saw me taking snapshots and just had to get in the picture of the fragrant night stock (Matthiola longipetala). Some golden tickseed (Coreopsis tinctoria) popped up in the middle.


Melinda really likes the fluffy seed heads on the Apache plume (Fallugia paradoxa) which is such a great contrast to the feather reed grass on the left (Calamagrostis x acutiflora 'Karl Foerster'.) I really like the unusual flowers of the Mexican hat (Ratibidia columnifera) in the front.


Maybe I'll get to the weeds tomorrow. Or maybe not.