I have what some might call a multicolored flower garden in my back yard. This was a lasting gift from my Mom & Dad to this place. What had previously been a rose garden is now a patchwork of many colors, hues, and shapes. It is a genuine tease for my eyes, and for anyone who visits this place. Right now, if you came to visit me at my house, the back yard is the first place I will take you too.
It is almost automatic in which these flowers and bushes come alive each spring. The yard is small and is dominated by both the garden and two now towering balsams which provide for plenty of shade and shelter from the morning sun. It is so natural and requires little work other than an occasional weeding to take out any undesirables. This was something that my dad had planned for back in the late 1970s. The Roses were nice, but they are more subject to freezing and thawing than other perennials.
Some perennials generate from their own seeds. Others come from their roots. Its all natural. Yet while my earthly father planted the original seeds, etc, my Heavenly Father continues to make things come back each year.