When these were dormant, I called this plant "hideous". When I removed the weeds that overwhelmed it, I began to appreciate it's cool green color. Once I realized they were yarrow and have since started yellowing, it made me very happy. Whenever I see these yarrow, I think of Oscar Wilde and all the Victorian writers who wrote about it.
Will has convinced me not to pick these, but I'm dying to anyway! I grew these from seed, so you can imagine how proud I must feel. These, coupled with the burgeoning radishes, make me want to eat them even if I'm not hungry!
Again, the incredible iceburg roses out front.
We leave you off with this second Fuschia picture. With so many beautiful flowers in the world, it is quite difficult to not indulge in just one. Someday I would like hanging baskets of these, all different varieties. For Fuschias alone, there are hundreds. Aren't they beautiful?
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