People, I feel like I’m not expressing the strangeness of this coneflower situation adequately, because, when I got home from work, I noticed ZERO people standing in my back yard staring at my coneflowers.
1. They are tall. This is a picture of one about to bloom fully. Please note–it reaches to my boob. That is my actual boob and the actual coneflower. I know you can’t tell from this angle that it is in the ground as well, but trust me, it is.
2. These are growing, flourishing, apparently, in the same spot in my garden where the astilbe and the columbine thrive. You can see the columbine in this photo.
3. I don’t know if the pale color is a result of them not getting much sun, but please note the hollyhock in the background which has never amounted to anything because it doesn’t get enough light. Usually, coneflowers and hollyhocks have similar light needs.
So, there you have it, folks, my giant mutant shade-tolerant coneflowers which I did not even plant here. How to explain this? Maybe they get more light than it seems like? But they’re under a big tree. The hollyhock hates it there. I don’t know. But at least, unlike last year, I see no signs of yellow aster on the coneflowers. But for the record, the yellow astered coneflowers I had to pull up last year were between 18 and 24 inches. They were also in a sunnier spot.