I was pulling out of my garage this morning and I caught a glimpse of something in my rear view mirror and I was like “WHAT THE FUCK?!” and I turned around to look and it was just these coneflowers I took a picture of this weekend.
Now, I may have said something then about how tall they are. But I feel like I’ve failed to get across their height. People, I feel like they have to almost be four feet tall. Now, I looked on Wikipedia and they said that they can get over a meter tall (for those of us who came up through US public education, a meter is just over three feet). So, I think it’s possible that they are just normal conflowers and not echinacea purpurea gigantopithicus, but I’m still keeping my eye on them. Because, hello, they are tall!
And here’s what’s even weirder. I didn’t plant coneflowers where these are and they aren’t getting direct sunlight most of the day.
If I could grow a shade-tolerant coneflower… I could make tens of dollars!!!
I feel bad when people give me plants because I know my gardening blogging gives the impression I have some gardening skills. But really, my whole gardening career consists of fighting with weeds and being shocked when things go well.
Beth gave me this awesome aloe a while back and I put it in some dirt and then I fretted about whether I was overwatering it or underwatering it. Today, I saw that it put up a green shoot. And I was so relieved that I hadn’t killed it, I can’t even tell you.
The white sage, however, was a bust.
Speaking of things that are a bust, they put in speed bumps at the Bordeaux library that are actually less traumatic to go over at about 40 than they are to go over slow.