tales from the gardening crypt

there is a general feeling of surprise at the survival of these flowers.  it was a trying ordeal between the destroyer/gardener unmercifully ripping them from their root bound places in plastic containers then shoving them with a will over practicality attitude into tiny cubbies in pots and babyzilla who picked off as many petals and leaves as her grubby hands could steal before the destroyer caught her.

thankfully, they survived

in an effort to be practical, herbs were placed in flower pots to prevent a weed-like takeover of the garden.  if this proves a failure they will in future provide a screen for the bright blue barrels who don't just announce their presence but scream it with color.

as the garlic springs up a cloud of anxiousness resides over the gardener for though they already are a promising bounty of green there are a few plants un-sprung and the ever so worried gardener will not rest for when it comes to garlic she is extremely greedy.

other changes are being made that should have the most decided effect of pushing the family out of doors.

it is thought that it will be a "front porch kind of summer"

note from the author:  it was the authors' original intention that all flower pots should be made uniform and terra cotta.  the thought has unfortunately struck the gardener/author that in the event of a new porch swing and replacement weed wacker all new flower pots would not indeed be a practical and useful dispatching of greenbacks.  although resolved to come to terms with this realization the author is also selfish and rather obsessive compulsive and mourns her loss.  she'll live.