It’s a disaster, and right now, I’m not going to do a whole lot about it.
Maybe “disaster” is too strong a word, but there’s enough going on to cause dismay.
In particular, the pansies in 2 of the 5 flower boxes are passable, 3 are beyond redemption. The summer flowers, few enough, are gone by. Before this morning’s lackluster pruning, the fairy rose, so beautiful in June, was an overgrown, thorny mess.
Same as last year, the beach rose has but one lone bud – it’s an early bloomer, to be sure.
I haven’t fed or weeded in at 2-3 weeks. Luckily, we had a couple of good rains this week, and the temps have been unseasonably cool. A mixed blessing, though, it seems there is rust on a number of plants, their leaves turned from healthy green to ghastly brown.
As with so much else recently, it is what it is, and maybe I’ll pass on the Blues Festivals this weekend to put in some annuals, if I can find them, just to cheer me up.