As you can see, things go slowly. But they go. In June, I continued to add plants as I could. My small hostas and variegated sedum seemed lost in the inches they were brought to. But they made a game effort to survive. It’s as if they knew how important it was for me to maintain my equilibrium in a time of chaos where I hardly knew which way was up.
You can also note the right side of the photo where the onions and along the edge where the mint were about to invade. I had to keep an eye on this, and as it warmed up to extremely hot and humid weather, worried about how far I could tolerate this while I continued to till and clean up in the inches that were mine.