Late Summer Jumble
Updated: Sep 4
Dear Gardeners and all who might not garden,
but love to enjoy others,
It happens every year.
The late summer jumble in the garden.
Despite all my attempts at maintaining order,
decorum, a respect for borders,
the flowers always win.
Maybe it's because I'm tired of weeding,
or because August was so hot.
Whatever the reason,
the Russian sage becomes a monster of a plant.
The Black-eyed Susan's easily triple their planting space.
The roses bloom again, looking more like trees than bushes.
The phlox towers over all, blooming in all the wrong places.
The hydrangeas flop all over the lawn.
And of course, the tiny feverfew thinks it's the king of the garden.
I couldn't have planned anything more lovely.
Every year, I go out to my garden,
determined to bring order to the chaos.
And every year, I realize I've forgetten how much I love every minute of the late summer jumble in my garden.
And so I submit, resigned, yet smiling.
Maybe some chaos is meant to be.
Cheers for the late summer jumble!
Still smiling,
Posey
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