What A Difference A Month Makes

This is the bed closest to the house, taken last month, just about the time I regret not keeping notes about what might pop up in various spots.
That also accounts for all the poppies I've ripped out mistaking them for weeds.

Now we are a bursting with bloom and I'm slowly making inroads on the weeds.
I'm waiting for the forget-me-nots to finish blooming and then, by golly I'll do some serious thinning.
And not a minute sooner.
In the meantime I'll just admire it from the porch swing.