The side garden is going along well. But I cannot continue without the bad news brought to me by the landlady this morning: "We're having the house painted." What? Thanks for mentioning that earlier. I can't even feel much other than irritation. The funniest part was after I had acquiesced, saying that gardening on someone else's property does have its consequences, she said "Payback's a bitch." What? Payback? I can only assume these were poorly chosen words. Our landlords have been decent to us, not raising the rent and allowing me to garden, but I can say with some confidence that if my landlady actually noticed a flower and went over to take in its scent, the flower would recoil from her face. Painting our rotting building, yeah -that might hold it up for another year.
The basil making minor strides to overcome the height of the borage.
The dead zone. All the seeds we planted here died -so I planted two coneflowers. Is it the heat from two sides of concrete or is it corner dog pee, or both? The soil here is dead, dry, no worms, no bugs, lifeless. I pulled up some poly that was about 8 inches down. Good luck echinacea.
The alyssum, literally an explosion, tolerates our mild foot traffic.
Gaura blooming well.
Dame's rocket, consistently deadheaded keeps providing flowers, motivation for more deadheading.
Lily yesterday.
Lily today.