In spite of the gummy clay, the gravel, and the nutrient-less sand, and the fact that my tiller quit once because it overheated and the second time because…I don’t know, but it’s broken…I did it. 20 feet long, 9 feet wide, bordered with scalloped concrete edging and tilled/shovelled/forked/whatever it took, and almost ready for seeds. I’m going to Mindy-weedel some Miracle-Gro soil into the top couple of inches, then start planting tomorrow. It took me about 9.5h, and nearly killed me, but I did it!

P must have known how wide the concrete border was.

The old lady’s clematis is very happy in full sun; you could almost stand there and watch it grow (bonus violets…I like violets).

The creeping phlox is blooming nicely. Too bad it’s about to be overrun by red bee balm (fine with me…hummingbirds love bee balm).

Houston, we have…borage! I planted it sometime last week after work, but I forget which day. It didn’t waste any time! Happy bees, once it starts blooming.

I also planted Scarlett O’Hara morning glory, and the instant it breaks ground, I’ll be there with the Deer-B-Gon; Charlotte is not going to snack on my morning glory this year!