The daffodils are all done: deadheaded the last of them on Sunday. But just as appreciated by me are the purple ground phlox that I've placed at the front of the border. Experience tells me that these are very hardy plants that will grow and expand as much as you will let them. On top of that, they're evergreen, so when the flowers fade, as they soon will, the plant will remain. Dig through the snow in winter, and the plant will look back at you and wonder why you're disturbing its rest.
Do you remember the mystery plants at the back, behind the tree, from an earlier post? I am worried because the leaf tips have yellowed, but at least we know what they are now — allium. Looking at the picture below, the plant will soon be in bloom. I saw them at a local nursery last year, and when I came across some bulbs last fall, I had to try a few. I just forgot what they were for awhile. I could find pictures of them in bloom on the net, but I'll wait and post my own at a later date.
There is a dead plant in the middle of the garden that I won't go into detail about now, but I suspect a cat has done a naughty on it and killed it. We do have cats that are allowed to roam in this neighbourhood, and they do leave diggings in my garden at times. This time, I think one got the plant. I like cats, but ... I guess I don't always appreciate their humans.
What I'm really pleased about are the forget-me-nots this year. We have some in the front and many out back. I've posted about them the past two summers and how Dad transplanted some from his place in Sarnia to ours in the same city decades ago. Five years ago, we brought some seeds with us when we moved across the province. For the past two summers, we've had a few plants, but I have been worried that we'd lose Dad's legacy. This years we have plenty as shown in the picture above and also the one below.
They are doing so well that I didn't try to stop Cuppa from cutting a few. But that will be enough cutting for this year as I'd like an even bigger and better showing next year. I'd like to have Dad's flowers pop up every spring for as long as possible. He's gone, but the forget-me-nots do as their name suggests.
Before I present the final photo, let me say in a totally off-topic sort of way but it must be mentioned, that Cuppa and I began our forty-second year together yesterday. Although it was our anniversary we didn't exactly reprise our wedding night because we both have miserable colds. There was a lot of hanky but not much panky.
