By now, I’m getting a little tired of the camellia.

My heart cries for you, sighs for you, dies for you  .  .  .  please say you’ll be mine.”

Why would a slug crawl all the way up the porch and lunch on a pansy in a stone pot?

The first asparagus spear

The wisteria is just ready to burst out

And then the Salem Special Anti-Graffiti Task Force brought the bad boys back and made them paint it out.