It’s been 90s here in NY for several days.  Some plants don’t like, others flourish.  An elderly gardening woman neighbor a couple of blocks away gave me a dry, hard, brown root last autumn and said ‘it doesn’t look like anything now ….’  I knew it would, planted it and have been watching the real miracle of gardening transformation.  The blue green leaves are beautiful and the long spindly stalks.  I love to GROW what is SOLD by the florist.  To see the wild form of the cultured flower.  What baby’s breath is mostly about: the tiny, crisp flower that lightens a heavy moment.  Here they are welcome on the subtle desert of my blazing hillside.

baby's breath

why it's called gooseneck

This is gooseneck loosestrife.  Usually loosestrife is not welcome but these guys stay pretty much where I planted them.  This is my animal plant!  Here is another picture of how they serve nature.  These bees love them.

gooseneck pollenation

More as the camera moves me…..