I spent yesterday planting annuals, in pots, in the ground, in window boxes. I had to dart between clouds and plant all of them in an intent frenzy. The rain held off until I finished. White begonias, white impatiens, chartreuse coleus, lemon balm, potato vine, flats and flats of deep violet petunias.
My favorite boy, Jack, brought home a "Tango White" geranium and gave it to me for mother's day. It's beautiful and will bloom a long, long time.
Delphiniums went in with the roses by the picket fence. Now to sit back and watch the show. Every year, and I mean every single year since I've started this garden (about 7 now?) I'm stunned in spring. That it grows back, that it grows out of the ground, stronger, fuller, more beautiful than I had imagined.
Let's cut to the chase: My Garden Kicks Ass.