The ancient cement walkway ended abruptly in the grass. In earlier years it ended where an auto might have stopped in the swept yard before there was a lawn.
A brick landing extended it and I made beds even with the brick for a neater mowing edge along the grass. It still ends in the grass but looks more intentional.
There were once boxwoods along the walk and two Red Camellias at the end. A fire took out part of the boxwoods and we don't talk about when He-who-Mows got the notion to move the Camellias and then went off to Texas and they died for lack of water.
I think of these beds as having a red, white and blue palette, but they
actually are blue, purple, maroon, red, terra cotta, yellow, chartreuse and white.
Soon dark red Pentas will be blooming for the delight of butterflies.
There's even two Pride of Barbados second year plants that I expect to
bloom in red and yellow -- they'll clash beautifully.
This canna moved in with the Liriope last year.
I decided it should stay and moved it to the corner.
That isn't grass to the left -- Bath's Pinks.
They bloom early spring and do not clash.
The rains are past and we're getting into really hot days with heat indices higher than a hundred degrees. If there isn't a breeze, perspiration doesn't evaporate in our humidity. I have minimal outdoor tasks when the weather gets that hot. I took care of fire ant patrol and picked up limbs today besides some pruning and grass pulling.
Gardenias still must be pruned after they finish blooming.