The usual time for my slug-hunting expeditions, the triumph of hope over experience.
And things start looking lively. The burning bush to the right is taking its time. Japanese beetles ate most of the top of it, so don't look too closely.
Amazing that this trumpet vine started from just a tiny shoot from brother-in-law's garden.
I resisted these ubiquitous chaps for a long time but they do so well here - if you can keep the pests off 'em. When I first started, I used to wonder why the petals kept getting shorter. As for the foxgloves, I keep hoping they'll come back but so far I've had to keep planting new ones.
A forest garden, more like. It's quite a feat to find some sunny spots.
We grumbled about all the rain for most of this miserable summer but somehow it must have paid dividends. The garden phlox are prettier than they've ever been.
Those hardy hydrangeas are on the rampage
And just for fun, another of the phlox with a few of the pushy yellow rudbekias getting in on the act.
And to top it off, a brazen lily.