It's not really a garden, it's a weed patch. It's in the way-back, little-used side of the house, fenced and ignored.A lot of fighting goes on in that patch, pulling up those adorable yellow flowers before they turn into the puffballs of dandelion doom. Nature vs. man. You can see there are a lot that need attending to.
Still, they are the only flowers in our garden. We haven't replaced the annuals that grace small pots on a steel etagére near the fence on the other side of the house. There were chive blossoms, but they're getting faded and tattered.
So we are a little flower-free, but the weather has improved and we're headed to the gardening store soon for seedlings. My limbic system is craving beauty.
Cranky was out there this morning, hacking wayward branches and pulling those nasty weeds. He developed such a hatred for the yellow flowers, we accidentally had a fight.
I went over to see how he was doing; to encourage him to quit for the day; to thank him for his hard work.
And then I said, "Pretty."
I wouldn't say he went feral on me. It was more like a neuro-disordered misunderstanding. Cranky was still in deep, reptilian-brain work mode, still with a hate on for those yellow flowers, totally confused why I would even use the word "pretty." I shouldn't have been insisting on a conversation at that moment. The man was covered with sweat and grime.
"I don't think they're pretty," he said. "I think they're the ugliest things on earth."
(The rest of the fight has been redacted so that the author will look good. -Ed.)
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Now I'm afeared to tell you what I think.
They do look pretty...
MsBrownMouse said...
Poor Mr Brown & I accidentally had a fight last night :( I don't think either of us came out the winner of that one.
Don't tell Cranky but I think they're pretty too, almost as pretty as the fluffy silver seed heads when they become clocks :)
You know you've come a long way in a relationship when you fight about dandelions! That golden yellow is the closest we've come to seeing sun in a few days, I blame it on a vitamin-d deficiency! That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Zoomie: Afeared of me? I won't go feral on you.
Denise: They are pretty. It's why we tend to leave them in the ground too long and they turn into seed cloud puffs. I should just pull a huge handful now and put them in a vase. Yes!
Mouse: (Your comment wouldn't publish so I pasted it.)
I don't know about calling them clocks!
You must be nice to @poormister, now that you have lovely birthday pen. :)
Little Pots: No sun just now? Gah, that's why I couldn't live in Portland, as much as I love it.
I visited your website yesterday. Fantastic. You're a big, niche operation, and I want a pasty!
Oddly enough, I have a garden this year. This includes some flowers too! And, am still doing hand to hand combat on a daily basis, pesky weeds and unwanted growing things.
I've got these little, tiny ferny type ground cover action. They showed up a year ago and thought they were cute, and they are. But the root system is a solid brick of crawling HELL ON EARTH. I simply cannot get rid of them all. Even when I dig down and remove 50 pounds of them with the dirt at one time !!!!!!!!
xo, Biggles
Boggles: You'll probably have to submit to the tiny ferny growths. I bet it makes for a spongy playground!
This year, we're not gardening, which sounds illegal, but stuff ganged up, and, and...
Sad.
Happy gardening!
Awww shucks CC! We're really not that big, I mean I don't sell in CA yet ("yet" being the operative word!). It hasn't been that bad weather wise up here. We get a few hours of sun each day as the rainy season fights to hang on. We'll work on getting you some pasty's!
TURN OFF THE SNARK
I too am having trouble publishing comments - bloody Blogger #grrr
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