Case in point: the oriental poppies. They're the orange ones out there. They started blooming on the left-hand side. Now they're about finished on the left, but in full flourish on the right. Lopsided.
When I planted the garden, I placed everything in balance. But it has not remained that way. The purple coneflowers have spread commandingly on one side but not on the other; the shasta daisy weighs more heavily on the right; the lupins on the left didn't come back this year, nor did the blue flax on the right. There's a thick patch of hollyhocks (my favourites) on one side at the back, but there were only two on the other; I had to move things around this spring to even it all out, and still I know it won't be what I imagine.
|It's wet out there this morning. This is taken through the living room window.|
And really, that is not so bad. For me it's an exercise in "letting it be." Appreciating things as they are instead of wishing they were otherwise.