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Another Garden Tour

While I was at the lake house last weekend, I took some shots of the flowers and things growing there. The previous owners had planted all sorts of things, and I don't know what most of them are. I just walk outside and see stuff growing. Every summer is a surprise as if I hadn't seen the same things growing the year before, but I'm not one to pay a lot of attention to plant growth. So, tell me what's in my yard?

Yellow things.

Purple things.

Some big tropical looking thing.

Pretty pink things. I'm just kidding about this one—I know it's a hydrangea bush.
But I'm clueless about the rest.

Comments

dive said…
Lovely, Robyn!
I consulted my Big Book of Weird American Plants and it seems that the top three are "Yellow Things", "Purple Things" and "Green Things".
I'm afraid I'm as lost as you are. Perhaps mum will pop over and tell us later.
8:53 AM
Anonymous said…
I LOVE the growing things! Not sure what they are either, but they are beauteous!
PF
9:09 AM
Anonymous said…
The purple things are perennial salvia, I think. The yellow things look like some sort of cousin of cosmos. And doesn't the green thing look sort of begonia-y? I bet mom will be much more help. They look lovely!
9:36 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Looks like some bug or parasite is eating the green tropical thing.
9:53 AM
Anonymous said…
Hey Robyn, The yellow things are Moonbeam Coriopsis; the purple ones are either salvia or might be some kind of veronica - there is a world of both. I don't know what the green things are either. If you break the dead flowers off they will bloom again. The beds are beautiful.
10:17 AM
Scout said…
Dive, I'll wait for Mum's advice, then.

PF, they are pretty, aren't theY?

Lizard, actually your mother did name them all, but I don't remember.

Rich, I think it's Japanese beatles that are doing it.

Sister, Ah, you just appeared. I knew you'd know. Thanks.
10:21 AM
Alifan said…
Wow very pretty Robyn.. I think sister is right with the coreopsis, probably the verticillata.. the book says long lived USA plant of erect bushy growth blooms June to Sept..

The purple...looks like veronica not sure about those leaves they do look like a salvia leaf, thought it might have been Nepeta, which is called cat mint, but the leaves of that are more grey....

The Begonia leaves maybe bergonia Silberlicht (pinky white flowers)..or cordifolia,(deep red flowers)...

Hope that helps.....
10:44 AM
savannah said…
pretty stuff, sugar! :)
3:17 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Dive's Mom can always be relied upon Scout. I didn't know any of them although I suspected Salvia because I have a Salvia Majora which I have propagated successfully in my garden which has similar flowers but on a very tall shrub.
The coreiopsis is very pretty - looks very much like a painted daisy and that is the healthiest hydrangea I have ever seen.
5:19 PM
Shazza said…
I like the yellow things!

The big tropical looking thing almost looks like my zuchini plant!
8:27 PM
Terroni said…
I don't know what any of those things are either, and I worked in a greenhouse during high school. I never knew what I was talking about then either.
9:51 PM
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