In my world,  flower gardening means weeding.There’s nothing to plant.   I let all native wildflower volunteers grow and remove most  (can you ever get them all?) invasive weeds.

The wildflowers have grown so much in this summer of rain the garden path has almost disappeared. Bees buzz busily at the flowers and ignore me as I push through on the path.

I learned the common names of all the plants several years ago, but have forgotten many.  There are wild roses, bellflowers and blanket flowers, asters and daisies, and pussytoes just to name a few.

Granite gravel soil makes weed removal rough, hard work. The tall dandelion with enormous sead head is allowed to stay as it doesn’t spread and take over like the shorter invasive ones.

Let nature do it’s thing. Photography it.

Wildflower gardener. That’s me!