Part of the border garden we’re making is an existing bed that’s been home in the past to mostly annuals, a few perennials and some years an herb garden. In assessing what fits well with the new design and what might be happier in a space in a shady breezeway on the east side of the house, one thing is clear: the blanket flower stays. Gaillardia is such a happy camper and as long as I deadhead rigorously, it blooms like crazy from early spring into winter. I love its sturdiness and its singular focus on blooming. Where it sits is a spot the landscaper assigned to one of the Nana Globosa Cryptomerias. Not gonna happen. I wouldn’t dare move this plant from what is clearly its happy place. Sometimes we marry someone who already has a family. Clearly, those kids (or mothers-in-law) aren’t going to be excised from your beloved’s life. We build our new life together around them, including and celebrating. And our lives, like the new garden with the pre-existing, sprawling blanket flower, may be both messier and much more beautiful.