The last few years I have been less concerned about whacking wild flowers in the quest for some order. In this abundance a little loss is not noticed. The cabin side bed looks much better with a sharp edge.
Plenty wild left.
Creation and the Great Lawn are visible from above. It is a clue that this is a garden and perhaps you can go explore.
In places the Tall Flower Meadow completely obscures the network of paths the lead through it.
The view from above is still nice for the timid.
I did say a modest touch of civilization.
This is an example of why I aim to add big foliage and other textures to the meadow. Left to itself it leans strongly in the direction of little leaf syndrome. Color becomes the one variation and that only lasts while things are in bloom. The time of vegetation is longer than that.
Texture can even be added to the flat green of the Great Lawn. Nature gave me those. I mow around them.
There is order in the contrast of the negative space of the lawn to the tall wild of the meadow.
September approaches. The cool has already arrived. It was sixty nine at mid-afternoon.
There is probably only one or two mowings left in the season. I'm good with that.
Pink, white and yellow. I wait for the blues.
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Your garden looks lush and lovely. The Sister will appreciate your efforts.
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