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.
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?
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.
I do love me some Cleese.