Dateline: Cattaraugus County, western New York State
Of course it wasn't originally going to be a wild woodland English cottage garden but a perfectly manicured American-style one with neat clumps of the same time of flower separated by lots of mulch. That strategy did not work.
Even if the garden shed always manages to look tidy.
I caught a few dastardly Japanese beetles but thankfully their friends appear to have taken fright and scarpered and we didn't have any more trouble. I think the majority opinion around here is that traps just attract more of the brutes. So it's a case of grabbing them and chucking them in the slug bucket.
Back in July, Jack Daniels, as I call him, was at his best.
Later came the obedient plants - spreading everywhere. They're almost as bad as what I call the yellow perils. But they are very pretty.
I've never seen so many bees on a small clump of flowers. There must be something in them they love. This chap couldn't get enough.
The trumpet vine is out of control. The gift from my master-gardener brother-in-law that just keeps on giving.
No more flower beds but meadow beds. A free-for-all but I' was heartened again by this year's Chelsea Flower Show which seemed to favour the untidy look.
In front the daisies are always good value though one morning I came outside and found something large had landed in the middle of them and left a trough. Maybe the same culprit that uprooted everything earlier in the year.
The hardy hydrangeas are getting massive.