So every time I get frustrated with the wildness of this Bee Balm, a hummingbird talks to me.
I keep thinking by the back-porch, I need less plants more conformity.But just as I am thinking about pulling the Bee Balm out a hummingbird zips pass me and is on the Bee Balm.
As I am stewing over the ugly Cone Flowers , a finch is hanging out eating the seeds out of the dying seed head.
So they are safe for another year!
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