As much as I love flowers and gardens, I have to admit that I am usually heartily sick of my own by the end of July. This year I have not been keeping up with the weeding, and so this dooryard garden is a reproach to me every time I come home.
All my perennial flowers are pretty much spent, and it is just too hot to contemplate preparing a bed and planting more, even if I could be sure that the deer would not decimate them.
I do love the shapes of the garden, and the beautiful seedheads and leaves, but the blush is off the rose, as it were. In fact, the roses themselves have proven to be a little too finicky for my laissez-faire style of gardening.
Even the nearly indestructible cone flowers are beginning to look a little peaked.
And this guy is just mocking me.
Tell me truthfully now, do you get tired of gardening by mid-July? Come on, you can admit it. We're all friends here. ;)