Late Bloomer


Our garden got a very slow, late start this year, and I had quite fallen out of love with it when one day this past week, I looked up and realized it had come into its own. Quietly, almost secretly, it had filled out, tangling over posts and through fence wires, spreading down rows and tumbling between weeds, the garden had grown surprisingly….


Beautiful in its own wild way, of course.

It’s beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I like its carefree sprawl, its “I don’t mind if my house is messy, come in” invitation.

It’s rather weedy and, to be honest, not all that productive. But while many of the more technically perfect gardens in the area, gardens that were scrupulously weeded and planted on a timely schedule, are brown and done, our garden is green and yet bursting.

It doesn’t care if it’s not ready for company and it’s only half-dressed, if its mascara is smeared and it can’t find its shoes.

Neither do I.

As it’s running through the end of summer in all its messy splendor and glorious abandon, it’s enough, quite enough….

….just to enjoy it.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on September 3, 2010  

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  1. 9-3

    Love the glory of the Morning Glories. Nice garden, Suzanne. Take care, and have a great Friday, from KY. :wave:

  2. 9-3

    It’s growing, that’s what’s important!

    Mine has become a jungle! But it’s producing! You’ll find things in there that are hiding.

  3. 9-3

    When I lived in the city I would plant morning glories every year. And every year my neighbor would say “there are no flowers! What’s wrong this year?” And I would say “they bloom late.” And sure enough, midAugust or so there’d suddenly be a huge flush of purple, and it would last until frost.

    I love morning glories!

  4. 9-3

    I think it is lovely. I love the morning glories, too. I planted some red ones and they have covered my chicken run, providing beauty and shade.

  5. 9-3

    I personally prefer the wild, natural gardens like yours to the well-manicured gardens.

    Well unless, of course, I could get someone to weed and manicure mine – :lol:

    Beth aka oneoldgoat

  6. 9-3

    Beautiful! I love a wild, random garden, it just looks so cozy and homey. The morning glories are beautiful, too!

  7. 9-3

    Agree, agree, agree! And the Morning Glories are just beautiful! I found a perk to being a lazy gardener this year…some kind of weed, very dense but not apparently rooted in many spots, with pretty, tiny, white flowers is covering the areas I have neglected. It pulls up easily and nothing is growing underneath it! I think I’ll wait a few weeks before I pull it up as it’s doing my job nicely!

  8. 9-3

    :snuggle: It is amazing, the different plants, one will find growing,when allowed to grow for awhile. There are so many wild,desirable plants,we never knew existed.Funny how nature is full of wonderful surprizes, if we just let it be.Suzanne, I am sure there were lots of us who couldn’t stand the heat this summer, and have similar looking gardens.

  9. 9-3

    Heat! Oh, my, yes! Everything has burned up here, including me. When it cools down some, I will go out and see what, if anything, survived.

  10. 9-3

    That is my favorite kind of garden. Lovely!

  11. 9-3

    To me your garden is beautiful! When someone does as many different activities in a greener, more self sufficient lifestyle, weeds are okay! I cannot wait to move on down and begin doing all the things I have given up for the past few years while getting my nursing degree. Your blogs light a fire under me and get my blood flowing, ready to get back to basics!

  12. 9-4

    My mom always said “Don’t think of ’em as weeds, think of ’em as mulch.”

  13. 9-4

    Aren’t those morning glories a sight? Unbelievable color. I did a 3 sisters planting on my corn/beans/squash this year and now in what’s left of it, the morning glories have trailed up the cornstalks. I love looking out on them every morning. Couldn’t enjoy them more if I’d planted them myself!

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