Every year I dig out clumps of phlox from my garden, swearing to eradicate it forever. Somehow it reemerges the next spring as rampant as ever. Ever hopeful, or forgetful, I let it remain, thin it, then watch it descend into the mildewed mess it tends to become. This year it is beautiful. Hardly any mildew. Nothing but sweetly fragrant balls of pink and white flowers. With the scent of the last Casa Blanca lilies, it makes walking to and from the house a delicious experience.
Flowers everywhere. August is the best time of summer gardens, arms full of flowers for bouquets around the house, baskets of produce for dinner. Squash and tomatoes and raspberries and beans to eat right in the garden. I can't pick them fast enough.