That makes perfect sense doesn't it? I knew you'd understand, gentle reader, because you have your ways, too. Ways of stalling. Ways of slowing down. Ways of taking just a minute before you head out to the garden and become drenched with sweat and covered with mud and dirt.
The daylilies are blooming in Plopper's Field now, along with some other warm colored flowers.
I don't live far from a daylily nursery. I can go over there just about any time to see what is in bloom and then pick what I like to buy for my own garden.
By the way, I despise those double forms of coneflowers in all those weird colors. I won't have them in my garden. Will not.
Along down the way, the chairs call out. "Sit a minute. Enjoy the morning. Come here and relax and ponder your latest obsession of trying to figure out a better word than "deadheading" to describe the act of removing spent blooms".
Just when I thought it perhaps really was a good idea to sit for a moment, I glanced over to the nearby rose shrubs. They are looking a bit ragged after their first rush of bloom.
This is clearly an adapted sub-species of thistle which thinks it can hide in roses. It's a double-thorny weeding situation for sure to get its prickly stem out from the rose without the gardener emerging looking like her arm was used as a scratching post by a bunch of alley cats.
I am up for the challenge, however, and now will positively head out to the garden, leaving you, gentle reader, with a better picture of the garden to end this post with because I don't want the image of thistle growing up through spent roses to be what you remember here.
Look it's Plopper's Field, where I plop flowers in wherever there is an open spot.
Let that be the image you remember of my garden today!