Hair down to his knees.

Come together- The Beatles.

Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola
He say “I know you, you know me”
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me

He bag production he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me

He roller-coaster he got early warning
He got muddy water he one mojo filter
He say “One and one and one is three”
Got to be good-looking ’cause he’s so hard to see
Come together right now over me
This was what was playing on the wind up radio I had out with me while I was in the garden this morning. There is certainly no better way to get through the weeds in august, than with a cloudy day, some good tunes and the scent of the garden after a recent rain.

Many of the flowers are fading.
Yet wandering around the perimeter weeding, just gets me excited. Thoughts spinning through my head…..
I cant wait to see it next year.
Many of the the plants in my young garden, are becoming not so young anymore.
Their reaching a different level of maturity. Proving themselves to be not only stunning on their own, but fabulous companion plants to those surrounding them.

The old.
The new.

Fitting the song was.

This garden is really starting to come together.