I Thoughteth They Were Flowers
Please accept our apologies for this misuse of the English language. It just came out of the fingertips on the laptop after witnessing the surprising movement of the yellow evening primroses, believed to be Oenothera tetragona on the hillside visible from the lazyboy in the addition from whence all Fairegarden posts arise. And to think, the dreadfully appalling thistle socks were nearly removed just days before the sighting of the American Goldfinch family feasting there. Now the socks must be kept filled! The spotting of the Great Spangled Fritillary butterfly coincides with the opening of their favorite treat, the Asclepias tuberosa, butterfly weed. Oh boy!