It's called...oh...dammit...something. Hang on, let me look it up. OK, it's a Flambe Yellow Strawflower (chrysocephalum apiculatum). OMG I just loooooove it. It's so YELLOW with those pale silver leaves I love so. I planted it in an old stump. I dunno why, but that old stump's been sitting there and "they" said this plant will survive anywhere pretty much so...old stump it is.
When those Gregg's Mist pop out, that's gonna be a sweet little combo. Maybe that volunteer sunflower will put on a good show as well.
My old fairy duster is alive, did I already tell you that?
Hellllooooo cute little plant that I love! I am sooooo happy you came back after all that nasty-ass cold weather last winter. I love you so much that I got you a sibling...
It's over there in the far left corner with some kittyliciousness sticking out. By the way, this is what it's like when I try to garden. Damn chikkins and cats everywhere trying to play with me and peck at my painted toenails and jump in the holes I dig. And that's not even counting the other cat who climbs on my back when I'm down digging or the drooling dog that thinks my kneeling down is a ticket to the petting prom.
Cricket with the gomphrena globosa (strawberry fields is the color). More woolly balls, my dears. Cricket has none, by the way.
Woolly butterfly bush (Buddleja marrubiifolia).
Covered with some kind of bugs. Aphid thingees, I suppose. Woolly ball eater aphids, perhaps.
Jerusalem Sage. This puppy is growing like crazy this year. I got one woolly ball last year...this year? BAM, tons. TONS of woolly balls.
I wrote all this in about 42 seconds because that's about all the time I have these days so don't go pointing out any screw-ups, OK? Be nice to the woolly ball lady.
Funky Chicken (weird spelling, right?) Coop tour here in Austin tomorrow. See y'all there...BOK BOK.