My bedroom window in the old bunkhouse (which was attached to a trailer house) was three feet from the trunk of this spruce. This looks better.
The flowers in this picture grow on the site of the old dump pit where I used to build skyscrapers with cardboard boxes and light them up. My house is in the background, across the swamp.
Every pond needs a willow, no matter how messy the tree becomes. I am looking forward to this one eventually drooping over much of the pond. Willow are messy but lovable.
The astilbe candles generally stay upright. However, these are so heavy that they seem to be bending over in order to blend in with the hosta.