How many? Seventy-two all together. Asters. In this planter located in the center of the backyard lawn area. I had planned on putting these little jewels into the soil but Wifey really wanted that job more than I. She's a down on her knees, feel the earth, get dirty, loves to make mud-pies kind of lady.
Now if I can only get the three dogs from romping through the Asters in due time they'll grow and be lovely. Somehow the pups take delight in running through this area, locating a stray cow turd that hasn't been broken up, rolling around in the wet soil and just plain get dirty (which they do seem to enjoy).
Unfortunately (or fortunately), dogs will be dogs.