Nothing particularly fun on the agenda today, to be honest, though a bad day in the garden . . . still better than a good day doing, well, many other less gratifying labors.
I have too much grass growing into my beds due to a lack of disciplined edge work last fall. You gardeners know that a good sharp edging tool and a four-inch deep wedge-shaped little trench is all it takes. But it is hard work and needs to be refreshed more than once a season to maintain it.
I slacked in this respect last fall and now I am bemoaning it and paying the price. Nobody to blame but myself, so out I went early this morning. Got enough done to feel I'm on my way to reclamation, so now I take a break.
The pink hydrangea is the 'Endless Summer' variety that is really my only option up north. It doesn't get as much acid as my others, so it stays a lovely clear pink. My blue ones stay blue by putting juniper clippings at their base after I prune our junipers. The clippings add acid to the soil as they decompose. Once a year, I'll dump some Holly-Tone on them when I feed my other acid-loving plants, but I'm not diligent about it.
I'm really going to date myself when I talk about the second picture above. My Chuckle Patch. Magic Garden reference, anyone? I know the Chuckle Patch looked more like daisies, but honestly, if you can get sun-loving daisies to grow at the base of a big shade-tree like they pretended to do in that show, then you really DO have a magic garden.
Anyway, my Chuckle Patch is Coreopsis. This variety, 'Zagreb,' does better in my garden than 'Moonbeam' so I grow it even though I'd truly prefer the lemony calm of the latter if I could get it to thrive.