My last Festiva Maxima...

 

...and now the long wait for Joe Pye...with purple coneflowers for comfort...and those awful drive-through-bank daylilies, Stella D'Oro, to remind me how amazingly clueless I really really was and am....God, they are ugly, but they bloom so profusely, it is hard to rip them out.  Someday I may have the strength, but now the humidity's up, it's no to that this year.  When I do rip them, do I donate the plants to the nearest traffic island?  Hard to decide...

June...

is it valerian?  is it jupiter's beard?  is it centranthus rubra? 
all of them?  Here's my one plant now come into its own, year two, with the
dilapidated rustic fence in the background.