Party in the flower garden without me
The zinnias are quite the giggle patch. Anyone out there old enough to remember the old PBS early seventies children’s shows, The Magic Garden? Maybe some of their love of nature and folksy guitar tunes was the start of my Nature Girl persona. I loved the giggle patch.
This handsome guy’s name is King’s Ransom. Fitting isn’t it? He smells great, too. I had to pick off a bunch of his Deadhead buddies, but you don’t want Deadheads party crashing, anyway. They’re such stoners, they always stay way past the fun.
More party crashers. I spend a lot of time yanking out these little tufts of clover. Since I haven’t lately, they surprised me with these little yellow blooms. I’ve never seen this kind of clover before moving down to this climate. There’s the beginning of a birch tree in there, too. Lots of those suckers throughout the garden right now. If I leave them alone, I’ll have a whole birch forest right outside my front door.