I’m such a lucky gal, in my garden. I feel like I’ve hardly seen it in a week, and it’s going absolutely crazy without me. I’m discovering new things every time I go out there. For example, my precious purple-red-yellow snapdragons seemed to have finished their blooming, and I was wondering if I should cut them back. I reached out to grab a handful of spent stems, and what did I see? Dozens–I mean dozens–of tiny new buds forming. They’re getting ready for a second showing, the precious darlings.

I have a morning glory, white apparently, though closed at all hours I can get myself outside to look at it. My hostas are putting out purple flowers. The sedum and the pansies continue to bloom. My basil seems to have doubled in size overnight.

The pinks are starting to really take hold, and look at that blue flower! I have one lone stem of Chinese forget-me-nots. My random, hopeless, half-crazed seed scattering in the early Spring has yielded this one stem of precious, precious blue flowers. My favorites.

I have more mystery buds coming out in the “sweet pea” pots, too. The sweet pea vines that really are sweet pea vines have these droopy things hanging from them now. I’m holding my breath, afraid to say so, but I hope they will turn into flowers, I hope. In the other pot, on what I had thought was the other “bushy” sweet pea, are two warty monster buds. I’ve settled it with myself that this plant must be a weed, but what on earth kind of weed? And what on earth will those buds turn into? It’s too exciting to be weeded.