Remember Sleeping Beauty?

I didn't prick my finger on a spindle. I have not been sleeping for years, but the plants in the garden are growing so fast I feel like I've missed some time somewhere.  Vines have not yet covered the garden walls, but the pathways are disappearing. My garden paths are lovely to be sure. Thelma's yellow sedum and thyme have softened the hard edges of the stone path.

Here woolly thyme, red creeping thyme and snow in summer have nearly covered the path in the center  circle.

This carpet of thyme has overflowed into the path.  I admit there is a part of me that likes a formal garden with hard lines and symmetrical beds.  However, my garden will never stay like that.  I have far too much difficulty removing my old sentimental favorites that pop up here and there.  Actually I like the uncontrolled wild feeling in my garden. It's never boring and there is always plenty to do. Every day there are more flowers and more weeds.  It's a delightful place to be!