The corn lilies have begun to flower. They are deep purple with a luminous sheen. I admire them excessively. However, they were supposed to be yellow. They clash horrendously with everything planted around them.
Still, I'm glad to see them. Almost everything survived its transplanting, although I'm still worried about the larger euphorbia, and one of the wallflower clumps. The astilbe are perfectly happy. Pink, but one tries to overlook such things. The hosta is coming back now that I've clipped down the broken leaves. I will have to plant it soon, probably in the front box (Dixie doesn't go out there, but we don't spend any time there, either, so I've been reluctant to devote much gardening time to it).
As though purposefully timed, two garden catalogues arrived today just as I began feeling like I could maybe, possibly take a slight interest in a container garden. Sending me Spring Hill and Breck's Bulbs is like giving a drink to an alcoholic, I swear, for they contain many enticing photographs of plants that would be absolutely ravishing this fall. I, who have no money for fripperies like wine red scabiosa or purple clematis, have nearly convinced myself I could afford just a few plants, maybe just one more hosta....
Aieee. I'm addicted.
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