Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.
By the end of August, my own vegetable garden is nearly completely taken over by weeds. My flowers are still surviving (but not exactly thriving) for the most part, except a few pots that died in the endless string of 90+ degree days.
Yet just two blocks away, my parents' yard continues to flourish. Their vegetable garden is overflowing. They toss seeds in the ground which seems to turn into 6 inch flowers the next day. My father is currently cultivating roses and has a dozen or more thriving new ones from just one rose plant. The fence is lined on both sides with rows of sunflowers, roses, lilies, impatiens, marigolds, cosmos, 4 o'clocks, apple trees, and more. The peach tree is heavy with fruit.
I know. Right now my real garden consists of my own little family. But I sure am determined to someday have a late summer yard full of growing things.