I do not have anything particular to blog about today, unfortunately, and I have very little brainpower with which to blog. I do, however, have a couple of pictures which I just walked into my backyard to take specifically for the purposes of this blog.
So cheery and yellow!
I noticed this morning that I had some Black-Eyed Susans blooming. I was very happy, having missed my peonies, wild daisies, rhododendron, and Rose of Sharon (why do I capitalize Black-Eyed Susans and Rose of Sharon but not the rest of them? Discuss amongst yourselves). As you can see, I have not missed the Black-Eyed Susans by any means, because there are a number waiting to open. I hope to get a wider view later, showing the full scope of my Black-Eyed Susan patch.
More greenery growth.
Now this is a plant my late, dearly missed husband Steven and I purchased at a garden day or some such at the Herkimer Home in Little Falls, NY. I forget what it is called, if I ever knew (it is hard to say what I may or may not have known). It is not where we originally planted it, but it is much larger than the original growth. It used to have little pink flowers, but I have not seen any this year. I live in hope.
It seems every year I have great gardening plans, and every year I disappoint myself. But let us face facts: I do not really have plans: I have daydreams. Any time I make an actual plan, the plan goes to hell, pardon my language (I was going to say “the plan goes to pot,” which has the charm of alliteration, but then you might think I am talking about marijuana and it all gets too complicated). Well, never mind. I will enjoy what happens to grow and deal with what happens. And write a blog post or two along the way.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
Is the plant with the speckled leaves pulmonaria (lungwort)? I like a good plant name with capital letters, and the same goes for bird names. My editors, on the other hand, are less keen on them and often “correct” me. I have often wanted to form a society for “The Un-necessary Capitalisation of Random Words” but have never found time, as I spend so much of it on Procrastination.
I, too, am a fan of Capitalization For Reasons Of My Own (as I prefer to call it) as well as a practitioner of Procrastination (some of us raise it to an art form). You may be right about the plant; it sounds familiar.
One day, when the Pleasures of Procrastination pale, and the lure of alliteration dims, you could catalogue the plants in your garden. One day, I am going to do that with mine.