Orange hawkweed may be a pest and an opportunist, but it does shine, and it shows how complimentary orange and green can be. It came from the old world through the old seaports, not one hundred miles from here.
The maiden pink came too. This patch came with the garden here at the farm.
This is the blue biennial Canterbury Bells in a pot.
First blossom of the African Mallow. The woodchuck babies tried to prune it. I have not seen them near the garden in three days, though I see two small ones way down on the neighbor’s lawn. Maybe they are the same animals, and maybe they left because I laid down garlic and peppermint repellent.
Or maybe the fox I saw take a squirrel at dawn the other morning out on the front lawn caught them too. The fox has habits. She trots up the driveway, and I see her going up the rise outside my kitchen window on many mornings.