This is the pool garden in July two years after the pool was filled in, definitely weedy and wild but pretty. I just let it go this summer. It was a miserably hot, humid and perversely dry year. I was reeling from the loss of my sweet Bean dog and the fifteen months of stress and anguish her osteosarcoma had brought. I spent my time in the sun on the patio, drinking tea or wine, surrounded by flowers, bees, hummingbirds and dogs. It was balm for my damaged soul. Such is the power of a garden.