Edit- Years ago when I truly kept a garden (before kids!) I marked my days by my morning weeding time. I would touch every plant in my garden and call it by its given name. This year, I have several plants put in so hastily and less than joyfully that I didn’t even save the stakes to know what they are. Just as with people, learning something’s name makes them important to you. So, if anyone can identify that little purple plant, I’d be glad to know.
Add- If I had room, I would add huge banks of crape myrtle. What a generous friend my crape myrtle is, showing off with beautiful color for months. Every year I get anxious for the blooms to burst open, and fret and think it’s late and something must be wrong, and my friend Faye reminds me each time that it’s July before we can expect blooms.
Appreciate- I never get over being awed and amazed that I can throw tiny seeds onto the ground, pull a little soil over them, and that beautiful things show up when I do. I am anxiously awaiting blooms on two different Cosmos- one (the one with the more leafy foliage that has little buds showing) is Bright Lights and it is my total favorite. On the other side I’m anticipating doubled pink blooms on the more “ferny” foliage. Grace upon grace. That’s what I think of when I see the color of a crape myrtle or the riotous pattern of color of a coleus leaf or sunflowers growing lanky and tall. Grace upon grace.