They are planted beneath the maple tree in our front yard, along with wildflowers, oriental poppies, columbines, poppies, hens and chicks, and a single delphinium. All have to fight for light and moisture due to the heavy branches and the thirsty shallow roots of the maple tree.
Out in the sunny perennial bed, the oriental poppies have gotten started:
And the painted daisies, some of my favourites, are preparing to burst out.
Of course I talk to my flowers. I tell them how beautiful they are and how much pleasure they give me, and when I leave for work in the morning, I bid them a good day.
And hope that a nasty nasturtium nibbler like this one doesn't make a snack out of them:
|If only it had a taste for dandelions!|