Comedy and Tragedy

So having now posted loads of photos of the gorgeous gardens up the road, I look around at my yard and can't decide if I should laugh or cry.  I've got flowers, sure, but they are sporadic and they all look like they were designed by Dr. Seuss.  There's the bee balm:

And the Lucifer:

I don't know what the plants are below the Lucifer but they are very clever.  They look like a soft, fluffy blanket:

A slight change in the depth of field and you can see the black-eyed Susans are finally blooming.  Those aren't Suessical, but the pink flamingos are:

The outhouse flowers are taller than I am.  They look like rockets:

There need to me more photos of flora butts:

And although Leila up at Crossview Gardens told me what this dude is, I forget already:

More fuzzy bits.  Leila has trees of this - I've only got wee shrubs:

Here's something that happened the other day:

Those scrubby lilac trees are breathing a big sigh of relief.  Maybe they will explode next year.

Inside, I'm working on a couple of things:

Not at all sure where that little green panel is going.  It may not even be green when I finish with it.  I needed to fling some paint around and those were the first colors I grabbed.

Roxie was working on something too:

She finished.  I didn't.