My daughter took me to lunch. I had some bank papers I'd signed to give to her, in case something should happen to me and I was not able to pay the bills. You know, the kind of stuff you have to think about when you're around our age.
I tell you what. This is the best year I've ever had for cone flowers. And I've had them in the ground and they never did this well.
They seem to love being squished up against other plants in this pot.
Everything is just growing, growing, growing. Some plants have piddled out in the heat. So I cut them way back and they may get their second wind when the temps cool down in the fall.
I just now took a photo of these right outside my front door. They grow along the side by the fence and over the roof. I can't for the life of me think what they're called? Anybody?
And of course you really can't go wrong with Purslane in the heat of summer.
The white cone flower I moved out of the ground space by the fence and into a pot near the salmon colored one has started perking up for me.
Move those suckers around when they're not performing well. That's what's so wonderful about gardening in containers!
I love the textured look of the driftwood as a back drop to the flowers and herbs.