Well, we had a hard rain and knocked the giant willowleaf asters flat. I don’t know why anybody wants a six-foot-tall aster anyway, except that I apparently do. Show me a native plant that gets eight feet tall and I will hand you my wallet, grab the pot, and run giggling down the street.
It’s a bit of a problem, I grant you.
This one was grown up
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I live in flatland suburbia.
YEARN!
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*sulks*
But! The bees still love them. And they haven't fallen down.
*sidles over to block from view the one plant that is standing horizontally*
I love gardening. :-)
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It was like the poppies. I planted one tiny little bed of them the first year in the house. 6 years later when I left, the whole garden would be taken over by them AND they were marching down the street.
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