I love the combination of dandelions and Forget-Me-Nots. They're going to show up no matter what so I stand back and admire them.
The garden evolves each year and I do my best to help it along. I just wait for clues.
This giant rhubarb almost jumped into my arms on my final nursery visit for the season and I tucked it in by one of the composters. I think it's going to be a nice fit. The big guy is already beating his chest and it's only May.
The Bleeding Heart was a good sport when I moved her from the last house and parked her in what I thought was a compatible spot. She seemed pretty indifferent about her new location so last fall I moved her over to the boggiest part of the garden and I think she likes it there. I haven't seen this much enthusiasm from her in years.
They make me feel more like a caretaker than a gardener; they're like my kids--always happy to tell me what I should be doing next, as long as I do it their way.
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