A week or two of 85 to 90 degree weather has brought the back flower gardens into full bloom. The rain has lessened and the garden is responding. We are at that point in the summer when I could sit out back for hours just looking at the riot of colors. It's not well-planned or manicured, and the weeds are close to taking over, but I love it just the same.
The black raspberries had a good year, but have now gone by. Additional shade from Oliver's still-unfinished playhouse helped them out, I think. The red raspberries are ripe and we pick them by the handfuls, mostly to eat on the go. There's more than enough for a pie but they never make it inside. The blackberries are beginning to turn, and Kevin thinks this will be the best year yet. We'll see if we can keep up with the picking.
This is the first year that our bee balm has hit its stride. We'll need to divide it and move it around to slow down its takeover, but that's a job for fall. For now ... we're just letting it all go.
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