After three visits, the young, handsome and strong chiropractor has dislodged the pain in my hip and lower back. It is on the move, but has not left the body yet. Sleep has been problematic when you can't get comfortable and wake up in pain. I may be just a wee bit tired, cranky and wore out.
Evening strolls through the ridge top garden and sunny utility meadow have been lacking as a result. At the end of the day after my normal routine of working at something somewhere for someone, paid kind work or not, I am sort of done.
I did manage a short stroll this evening. The hosta are way to easy to ignore for such bold foliage and hundreds of them scattered through the garden. I wonder what that is about.
It is the time of the Black-Eyed Susan, Rudbeckia hirta. There are patches of them in several locations and they bloom surprisingly well for not being in full, full sun.
They form dense colonies and actually make a decent ground cover.
The astilbe are mostly past their prime, but some linger and bloom later than most.
A nice purple Monarda was nearby. They tend to wander about the garden like Collar and I managed to do this evening.
Crawford was taking his post canned food dinner snooze and did not join us for the stroll. I had my own nap earlier after grouting the kitchen floor.