Summer phlox were once the backbones of any proper perennial garden, and in some places that still holds true. Our backyard, however, is not one of those places, and whenever I come across a specimen like this, with its pink eyes and charming white frills, I make motions to find a space for a plant or two, and then always end up giving up. The moth of July is filled mostly with watering and fertilizing and pruning and editing. Planting is mostly already done, or waiting for a safer and later date. And so something like phlox, when it comes to mind, gets shuffled and debated and teased, most usually to no avail.
The brain is scattered in summer, and the garden suffers slightly for it, but beauty will not be stopped or dispelled by my misguided mental meandering. See this lovely phlox plant as evidence that flowers will find a way.
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