I went down to the garden this afternoon after work. I took my grandson who poked around and played with his super hero characters while I poked around and decided to at least define the rock border by pulling out overgrown plant materials. I dug up the mullein and put it in my tote – root ball and all to see if it could survive being transplanted behind the garage. Somewhere.

I at least cleared up the peony to let it breathe.
Cleared up the rock border by going in about 8 inches and pulling out all the plants.
I figured out one reason why I hate the look of the garden. Everything is the same height. The foliage of the iris, peony, campanula, and a myriad of spring flowering bulbed plants that are almost a dense mat that is resisting upcoming change. Okay – I’m projecting their perception of what’s to come.

I am trying to get a “GARDEN MOB” to come help me on Saturday. I’m thinking I’m not going to have a lot of takers. Fingers crossed.

I can’t wait to plant the sunflowers, fennel, zinnias, morning glories, moonflowers, and brown eyed susan vine. If I dared I’d plant a half dozen corn plants for fun. After all – it is a farming town!