I slip further away in the In Between Time.
It is easier to walk along the scenic byway being absorbed in an explosion of colorful life than to think or speak of all the forces pressing down.
Uncle Ernie could use a fresh coat of paint. I wonder how I ever had time for such things.
There is more than one reason why the roadside vegetable garden was allowed to go feral. I blame it on time.
A wild garden soothes me because it does not demand time so insistently.
A wild garden is content on its own.
This year's contentment is a super bloom of liatris.
I have no idea what caused it.
I was formally unimpressed, imagining the liatris was not liking its new home. It was in there. It bloomed a bit. Nothing special. This year is special. I have no idea what set it off.
Maybe it is best if I have no idea.
And walk deeper into the In Between Time.
The forces pressing down are lighter there.
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All is looking good. I have a hard time getting liatris to grow. I wish I knew why. It is a must for a wild garden. Maybe my garden isn't wild enough. Possibly tree roots. Time is precious.
Liatris will not return for me. I have pampered it & not pampered it. It just doesn't like me.
All gorgeous! What's the white spiked plant in the last picture? Bottlebush buckeye?
It is hard to know why a certain kind of plant will refuse to grow in a particular place. Plenty of things I can grow for clients refuse to grow in this mountaintop meadow.
Yes Daisy that is Bottlebrush Buckeye.
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