SPedigrees
Garden Addicted
Some years ago I bought 3 varieties of asters for my perennial beds. Two were purple and they seemed to thrive, whereas the pink one deteriorated to the point I gave up on it and removed it. However, on a whim, rather than just toss the uprooted plant into a weedy patch, I turned over a patch of weedy soil and stuck the half-dead aster in it. Unexpectedly this given-up-for-dead aster took root and thrived. Every year at this time I am always sort of surprised to be greeted with this splash of color amidst its wild cousins. Apparently it sought the wild life, and found its place with the goldenrod and milkweed. These photos from a walk with my dog, Mabel, yesterday.
Oddly enough, the purple asters that stayed in the beds died out a few years later.
I also have a few stalks of phlox which jumped out of one of these same perennial beds, and took root in a nearby weed patch. Apparently the call of the wild spoke to some of my cultivated plants!
Oddly enough, the purple asters that stayed in the beds died out a few years later.
I also have a few stalks of phlox which jumped out of one of these same perennial beds, and took root in a nearby weed patch. Apparently the call of the wild spoke to some of my cultivated plants!
