I discovered Garden Humour tonight while looking for the lyrics to “I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch” (long story). I haven’t gotten past the home page, but it looks like the place to go for comic relief.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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