These are a perennial the Jason and I put in like 8 years ago. They are a type of geranium and spread like wildfire. Which is good since they are planted with the ivy that is probably 100 years old.
And speaking of our fabulous hearty ivy, I have to say that it was a tough winter and I was scared by what I saw this spring:
Lots of dead and bear stuff. A neighbor even commented on it! That ivy is a big part of our landscaping.
But even if it doesn't look perfect, it is coming back, and will eventually be fine. I wonder if we cut it back too far last year or pruned too late in the season. I really have no clue.
These planters immediately had me falling in love with this house on that rainy Saturday 10 years ago. Not that there was anything remarkable about what was in them. The only original plants still here are the ivy, lily of the valley in the back yard, and a sad little holly bush. We've done a lot, and it has mostly been Jason. I've been a bit busy with babies the past few years:)
baby Sunflowers making their way.
The Rhododendron that survived the 8 feet of snow. Her sister is in ICU. Prognosis is bad. I actually think these are kind ugly, aside from really nice BIG blooms. When they get big, they are all narley and weird.