Sunday morning, the garden delights me

It's one of those mornings when the garden just hits me right. I'm not seeing the weeds in the lawn (or should I say "lawn of weeds"), nor the overgrown tangle of vines. I'm not seeing the dozens of potted bamboos that still need an overwintering strategy, nor am I seeing beds that need more mulching.

In fact, I'm not seeing work of any kind. Maybe it's the time of the morning (a little later than usual), or the fact that the air is warm -- almost "hot" for this time of year. Whatever the reason, all I'm seeing this morning in the garden is color. Lots of color and texture. There's something wonderful almost everywhere I look.

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Agastache 'Ava'

Tradescantia zebrina

Ensete leaf backlit by sunlight

Yellow Groove bamboo

Salvia leucantha

Salvia coccinea

Cleome

Colocasia 'Black Magic' backlit

The bamboo shadows on the wall caught my eye

Does it really matter that I'm going to have hours and hours of "fun" in the garden over the next three weeks or so digging, raking, and moving heavy pots? With views like this, all of the effort put into the garden (past and future) is forgotten, replaced by pure enjoyment.

For me, mornings (or even brief moments) like this are what gardening is all about.