End of August

We got this catmint from a neighbor. She wasn't kidding when she said it would take over.

Say it ain't so, summer. How can it be the end of August already? I do love Fall, but as I get older Winter becomes more and more depressing to me. And so these late summer days are incredibly bittersweet. We've had a lovely summer, full of warm sunny days and just enough rain to keep everyone happy. The gardens have achieved a blowsy, over-grown state that almost defies weeding. At this point I just let the vegetable garden go --- not that we were ever terribly diligent about the weeds! And the flower beds are so full that the weeds almost can't compete. The phlox are still trying to show off, and the black eyed susans are everywhere. The obedient plants are about to get into the act, though, and they've spread so far that soon they will be the dominant bloom. Oddly enough the hydrangea bush just produced a couple of flowers, and I'm not sure what to make of that. I guess they don't want summer to end, either, and think that we could fool it into thinking it's June with a couple of crazy blue blooms. I'm going along with it.