I did not feel like doing it. I've been working six days a week and on the seventh I work some more. I need to rest.
But nothing makes the garden look better than a good mowing. That smidgen of definition in the chaos makes a world of difference.
I was tired, but I knew I would feel better once it was done.
That smidgen of order also does wonders for my peace of mind. No, I have not gone insane and I am not in over my head. This is indeed a garden.
I've been making more progress on my one hundred foot long arc of hosta that will sweep across the shaded part of the garden. I'll keep adding hosta until it's done.
Three new plant species were tucked into the garden today, Tatarian Aster, Rudbeckia triloba and Amsonia tabernaemontana. My wild flower diversity keeps increasing.
The number of some other wild flowers keeps increasing from generous self sowing. I have been tossing the seed heads of the Eryngium yuccifolium further afield to spread the wealth. It will be a few years before I find them blooming.
The Great Lawn is freshly mowed and looking good. Sometimes I have troubles taking pictures on sloping ground. That bench and arbor really are level and mostly plumb. It's the ground that's crooked.
The garden looks all fresh and new again and I can turn my attention to more editing.
By the time the tall flower meadow comes into full bloom, the mowing season will be almost over. I'll make it through. It would just be nice if I was only working five days a week. Then the work of the seventh could be spread over two days.