Mine never looked like this


These New England asters at Swarthmore knocked me out last week! They're tough native plants with a blanket of nifty little flowers that bees and butterflies love. And they're fall bloomers, always a good thing.

But sheesh, what a mess my asters' lower leaves and stems are this year. They're brown and straggly and so unattractive, I've cut them down already. Which makes the pathway they line even bleaker. 

No such problems at Swarthmore, where the asters have great sun and lots of room for air to circulate. Don't they look healthy and happy?

Sometimes the folks that do it all right inspire me. This time, the only thought I had was this: I need a staff of gardeners!