[Why yes, reader, so kind of you to notice, I am on time this month. Oh, well golly, yes again. That is twice in a row! Super organized? Me? Pish tosh!]
Where were we...oh yes...beginning with wide shots of the back. I'll go with what to me is the reveal that makes my palms sweat a bit - the overhead view.
I look at this and immediately focus on how the path barely exists as entity separate from the beds and how every single one of those beds is in sore need of further hours of weeding and thinning out. This could very easily be the establishing shot for some reality television "Garden Rescue" type show. I didn't want to include this shot this month but decided to precisely because of my reluctance. This is what I call keeping it real, folks.
On multiple occasions when I went out intending to weed the paths, the primrose were still in bloom and had bees busily working each blossom. I told the bees I'd be back later after they'd finished, and well, they simply haven't finished yet. These aren't solely my garden beds and I try not to forget that.
You can see sprengeri fern (Asparagus densiflorus) cascading off the upper beds. This had been planted before we moved in. Birds and falling berries have redistributed it widely. I don't mind a bit. It is a tough plant the deer won't touch, the birds love the bright red berries and the light green color lasts throughout the hottest days of summer.