My Sweetie takes care of the watering. (Not that there has been much need for that with the monsoons we have been having.) He had also been pulling the few weeds that had the audacity to make an appearance. But I am responsible for deadheading the perennials because his size 10.5 shoes just won't fit into the almost non-existent spaces between the flowers.
Since it was convertible weather, I put the top down, covered the back seat with a blanket, put the weapons of mass destruction on it, and off I went, enjoying what we call "San Luis Obispo weather" - temps in the 70s and blue, blue skies. Too bad it is only two miles to the garden.
There is something innately satisfying in tidying a garden. When I began, the Shasta Daisy seed heads made the garden look like an unmade bed. When I left about an hour later, the sheets were tucked in and the pillows had been fluffed. There was not a wrinkle to be found.
I also pulled the tall weeds hiding among the perennials. There weren't many because I adhere to the "no bare ground" philosophy of flower gardening. No tidy groups of plants separated by mulch for me. Wonder how much money I have saved over the decades by not buying mulch?
Much better
Perennials all deadheaded
Mom's Christmas Cactus
Mom's Clematis