My back is breaking, but the annual planting of annuals is done.

(See what I did there? Word play. I live for that shit.)

A nice combination of pink and white for the stone wall bed.

There’s this pretty daisy-ish one…

And the pink tinged green leafy thingies.

(See what I mean by technical?

Please try to keep up with the detailed scientific plant descriptions.

There may be a quiz.)

I liked this purple violet thingamabob…

So I planted 3 with a couple of petunias.

A few coleus for the only little plot of shade we have.

It will be a miracle if I can keep the slugs off them this year.

I plant, they eat. Slimy little bastards…

Note to self – buy more salt.

Orange lilies…

Spikey purple whatchamacallit, an impatient and two soft fuzzy green mounds.

I don’t think the fuzzies bloom…

But they’re silky, delicate and sweet, so I don’t care.

Every year the husband says he’s going to tear down our rotting shed, and every year he doesn’t, so I plant yellow and orange stuff in front of it.

Like this whozit which has both.

If you can recite all the Latin names for those plants?

Bravo.

I tend to read them on the tags at the nursery and then forget them as soon as I get home.

That won’t work.

I don’t know enough rappers.

That’s better.

I do love me some Cleese.