A trip anywhere usually means a stop at a nursery for me whenever time allows. Even if I don’t buy, it is good for my soul. Just to look at plants and read about them rejuvenates me. My husband is a good sport but strolls through much faster than I do.
Blue Mist Spirea (Caryopteris ‘Dark Knight’) blooms in full summer sun into the fall. When I bought this a month and a half ago in Fredericksburg, I did not realize that it was a Blue Mist because the flowers are different than the Greggi Blue Mist I have. But they have that same misty look. Duh.
But in my defense, the label named it Caryopteris, and I obviously did not know that was the botanical name for Blue Mist. Is it even possible to learn all those Latin names at my age?
From what I’ve read, it should not be planted in heavy wet clay. That would mean a raised bed in my yard. But the other Blue Mist I have is in clay and has taken over by spreading. Our clay doesn’t stay wet long because it rarely gets soaked.
Every day I praise God for the glorious world He created.
“Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.” Ben Franklin