








I love how the poppies, as they begin to fade, look like they are glowing.
I love the abundance of the bee balm, the sturdiness of the sedum, and the unstoppable quality of the forget-me-nots. (They are still sprinkled under, between and along all of the gardens. Everywhere in the yard.)
I love how the lady's mantle catches the dew, and displays it proudly, like jewels.
I love the drape of the bleeding heart, and the crazy shape of the bloom.
I've been getting up really early just to go out and weed. Weed and love the world of green growing things.