If you're not in the garden you're not gardening. I know, it's August, you're sick of the garden. If you don't go out there you can't see the weeds, the blight, the Japanese beetle damage. La-la-la-la-la. It's so much easier to sit in air-conditioned denial. But gardening is more than physical labor, it is observation, appreciation. So if you're not in the garden you might be missing something.
You might miss that moment when a Monarch butterfly finds the new buddleia, "Miss Ruby". Only it's not ruby, but more electric magenta/not-quite fuchsia, and when paired with the Monarch's orange and black wings, the result is slightly psychedelic.
Or you might get a call from people scouting for next year's Master Gardener tour and realize you have 24 hours to weed your entire property, including the ten-zillion just-germinated cottonwood seedlings you hoped would die a slow and painful death during winter! Yes, it pays to be vigilant.
So whaddyado? The best garden design advice I ever garnered states that people viewing landscapes "read the edges". If the edges are tidy you can get away with all manner of horticultural neglect and abuse. Border a garden with a neat little hedge or edge and you can have a mishmash of one of every plant that ever caught your fancy at the garden center, and still look like you know what you're doing.
When I first visited my husband's hometown decades ago, I marveled at the pastoral beauty, the well-kept farms and orderly fields. Driving the back roads he would often use the term, road-farming. That's when a farmer keeps the weeds down close to the road for appearance's sake, and lets it slide further in and away from sight.
My garden is a pollinator's paradise; a cottage garden styled with a soft framework of winterberry and blueberry hedges. Yet at this time of year the edges blur as self-seeders are allowed to express themselves. So I did what I had to do. I road farmed it!