Well, sort of at this time of year. I even let the same weeds shown here grow in my rear beds if they find their way in amongst all the lilies and iris. I do know better, but calling them weeds is what most people do. It diminishes their importance and desire to have them in a well-groomed garden full of lilies and Delphinium.
When I cleaned out this bed this week to plant lilies and Allium, they were flowering right along side the hydrangea and roses, still in bloom. The roses were removed and two more small hydrangea planted.
Let’s Stay at My Rock Pile Awhile
This rock pile in the first image is just that, a rock pile. These are rocks found at the farm and dumped here to become specimen rocks in fancy gardens. If only the clients knew these are not rocks shipped in from exotic places. Look at the color of the blue limestone rock next to the asters.
I am sure the roses in my garden were cussing at me each time I went by because I left in these unwelcome interlopers, but the more mild manner Hydrangea did not mind the colorful, and seemingly well-behaved visitors.
In fact, the Hydrangea think that the roses are fussy snobs, and I have to agree. I can hear the Hydrangea give a low rumbling chuckle as the Japanese Beetles and aphids have their way with the roses. But the roses get in a sarcastic laugh when the sun is strong and the hydrangea is pouting up a storm.
I made the hydrangea ecstatic by removing those roses and moving in two Hydrangea offspring that I layered last year of the mother plant. They are very grateful and happy to be reunited, I am sure.
Back to the Weeds
The wild flowers above are so full and beautiful. You can see the last of the goldenrod, but the small daisy-like aster, called daisy fleabane is blooming strongly right along side the larger ox-eye daisy. In fact, there is some sneezewort mixed in amongst the rocks. Not all weeds are shown, though.
I don’t let the wild asters go to seed in my garden, but I do enjoy the late garden arrival of these petite little blooms. They just sneak in from under the shelter of the iris, then poke their little flower heads out into the sun. I even think they duck when they see me coming, but I just might be imagining this.
Above, at the rock pile, they salute me as I go by. I probably took their offspring home with me as wee seeds to my garden as stowaway on my work boots and clothing. They always appear happy when I come to take their photo. Again, maybe my imagination.
I just love all the textures in the image below. The light tan, soft dried cloud weaving through the image and all through the rock pile. Harsh, dark dried seed heads and cold, rough boulders play off the delicate curly grass fronds and pillow like open seed heads. The browns and greens framing the top and bottom of the photo; I see a lot in a pile of weeds. And if you want to see more, click the image to make it larger.
I guess you should see my favorite rock pile in its Fall finery context with the rusty farm machinery art in the background.
Back to September
Let’s look and see what my rock pile looked like back in early September. The colors are more vibrant and the butterflies were singing with happiness, the back light passing through delicate wings almost glowing with fiery color.
The rocks were in the same spots, but the foliage was alive in color and texture. More rocks can be seen as the wild flowers are just coming into their own. The goldenrod is just breaking into flower. The blue rock jumps out in the sea of yellow and white.
A lone Viceroy finds the goldenrod yellows delicious or just a place to warm his wings.
This sad Viceroy looks a little worse for wear. Maybe a predator or two took a bite. He was kind enough to pose for me seeing I may have been a giant with a long proboscis (the zoom camera lens, not my nose) looking to make him a meal.
We can end our look back with thistley loveliness. Stop in later in the week for the nursery trees showing off in Fall. These youngsters have a lot to crow about as they blaze red and yellow. Till then , have a nice weekend.
I just came back from Onenezz’s blog and she has found many creatures that like weeds. It is a really good read, so make sure to stop by and let her know.