So far it’s been a blissfully cool spring, which means that the blooms have not melted off the dianthus. Elsewhere, the talk turned to politics in this contentious election season.
“I would like to announce my candidacy for president of the United States.” — Elektra
“I ran for president once, but ultimately felt dismayed by the constant need to be ‘on’ for the news cycle.” — Dante.
Stephen has spent years working on a “wall of clematis” and this is the first spring where we can see the results.
Clematis won’t stick to a wall, so we’re using the Virginia creeper as a trellis.
“The wall of clematis, unlike this election season, makes me happy.” — Zephyr
“My campaign slogan is ‘if you’re a flying snake, you’re dead.’ “
On first glance, the garden seems to be very tranquil, sort of like the election season.
But underneath this tranquility, as all gardeners know, the ferns are secretly plotting to take over the world.
The empire of the double-white azalea is sadly in decline and will soon come to an end.
“Here’s my campaign slogan: ‘Clio, leave me alone. I’m too old for these constant shenanigans.’ “
Clio is too young to have a campaign slogan, however.
“I have extremely big eyes?” — Clio
My slogan: “The garden is a tornado of color when photographed from the right angle.”
I wonder if the current presidential candidates have released their official positions on variegation.
“These stupid campanula have got to go. There’s no variegation at all.”
Whirlpools of color.
Shadows of cats.
“One day soon we will take over the world.”
