Well, it's cold and wet, rain. . . I was planning to kill the rest of my garden today.  I may still.  On the weekend, I took out everything, I mean EVERYTHING, except two plants I am saving for a friend. There has been guilt with the garden, that I "shouldn't" mess with it, as it's been here since the house was probably built. I have four pots of grasses that grow fourteen feet high, and another butterfly bush (mine was swallowed by the garden last year).   On the other side of the garden are stunning eight foot high fall yellow bloomers.  I have put the word out to friends that they are free for the taking, just gimme a call, and bring a shovel. The hollyhocks, well, they just had a hard summer (again), any seeds (which were minimal) were cast against the fence, in hopes of a new crop next year. Life was so crazy this summer that many projects that were meant to happen fell by the wayside.  It happens. It's hard not feeling guilty that stuff did not get done, but shit happens I suppose. Maybe I will go out in the rain, with my boots on and maybe the rain will help loosen the weeds and wayward  plants. What I do know, is that I fell in love with this house for the hollyhocks, but those hollyhocks are now growing in a different location, and are happy swaying against the fence line.  They will multiply, and they will thrive.  I just don't know what to do with the grasses.  How to arrange them on the slope of the garden, or if I should just wait another few weeks, move the rose of sharron bushes over to the side of the house into the blank garden and put the grasses elsewhere.  Who knew a garden would be this confusing.  I may need a fresh set of eyes from WB.