There will be K’s green beans up the tutoire by the baptisia: if I keep weeding the Grandpa Ott’s morning glory volunteers agressively.
Even with the ants, I love peonies. I wonder if fabric with different dimension baubles would be pretty; buts are somewhat random, but also ordered on teh flower (large ones on the top of the stalk, smaller ones in sets of three below.)
Finally my rosa rubifolia has a graceful arching cane instead of the oh-I-over- pruned-and-it’s-still-not-blooming form.
Mostly I’m pleased that though the bed outlines are compromises with the guys who will be mowing the lawn, the garden as a whole still looks harmonious.