This is the time of year that all us midwest gardeners get rewarded for all the patient and diligent work in our gardens...our gardens are at their peak!
I always have mixed emotions. On one hand, my yard is at it's best. The neighbors ooh and ahh over my hosta lined front walkway, the enormous hydrangea blooms on my mature Annabelle's and my friends love to receive bouquets freshly cut from the gardens.
But when you live in Minnesota, like I have for the last three summers, you know that a garden's peak signifies the beginning of the end, so to speak.
It's all down hill from here....
winter is waiting in the wings....urgh!