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Photos from before the rain came through:
And again with what I think is a clouded skipper (but I'm rarely 100% sure about butterflies):
There are flower buds on the swamp daisy! (Maybe they were already there when Mom brought it over; I don't remember.)
Still waiting for the Confederate rose to bloom:
Pink rose rebloom (KnockOut rose in front, unknown "pink-lavender/cool pink" shrub rose in back):
The Mexican purple sage (Salvia purpurea) is being overgrown by cypress vine. I've pulled some of it already, but there's more to do.
This is the most jungly part of the flower garden. It will undergo some renovation during the cool season (whenever it finally gets here... not that anyone's tapping her toes impatiently or anything).
Close-up of the black-eyed Susan vine (aka clock vine):
Technically, it's already autumn. That's according to the calendar, I guess, because it's certainly not reflected in the weather. Temperatures are easing down, to be fair, and the humidity can't compare to the oppression of July and August, but it still feels distinctly summery out there.
On the other hand, we're not in a severe drought, nor are we sited on a flood-prone riverside-- count your blessings, etc., etc.