So, I pulled all the short stuff–which nearly killed me three times. Then I cut down all the tiny trees. Then I went to Bates’ and picked up a yellow rose, six Tennessee Coneflowers, and a salvia of some sort.
The rose is in the corner, where it can just bake to its heart’s content and hopefully it will hit about three or four feet and be a big awesome circle of good-smellingness. The salvia is over by the sage and the coneflowers are interspersed between. Hopefully they’ll get enough sun in this garden to thrive. As I said, I’ve never managed happy coneflowers out back and I really love them. Hopefully trying them here will solve that. I’ve got something of a blueish theme going over there, which I hope will cause the yellow rose to really pop.
I have pictures, but I’m not sure I can raise my arms to reach the camera. Ooo, this will be unfun tomorrow.
Also, poor Butcher, you know he was hoping I’d stay home and clean the kitchen. I mean, I was kind of hoping I’d stay home and clean the kitchen, too, but we’re out of luck in that regard.
Oh, and Bates’ had wysteria–another plant I can’t figure out the right place in my yard for, but when I do? Oh, when I do I’m going to have the shit out of some of that.