Sunday flowers

Yes, today is the anniversary of D-Day, but two serious Sunday posts in a row is just not in keeping with my oeuvre. Remember those brave men who stormed Normandy, but I think even they would probably want you to smile once in a while.

Soooo, as today is also National Gardening Exercise Day, let’s admire the work of some master gardeners, and maybe get out and do some gardening of our own. I know I’ve got some to do.

Extra carrots and spinach, please! Image found on Pinterest.
But don’t overwater me, please. I’m drought-tolerant. Image found on cheezburger.
So that’s where my gloves went! Image found on Pinterest.
I still need to plant some of this, but I’m afraid the warehouse cat will love it too much. Image found on cheezburger.
You did say you needed to plant a tree, didn’t you? I’ll help! Image found on Pinterest.
I distinctly remember planting Russian blue, not orange tabby! Image found on cheezburger.
That gardener I hired is working out very well, but I hope she doesn’t think she’s getting any of this. Image found on Pinterest.
That stuff doesn’t stand a chance! Image found on cheezburger.
Thanks for retrieving that, Buddy! Image found on Trending Current Events.
The squirrels who keep digging up my bulbs won’t see me coming! Image found on cheezburger.
If he weren’t so cute, I might be mad. Image found on Gardening Forums.
Well, as long as that’s the way you’re doing it, OK. Image found on cheezburger.
Last thing I remember, I was helping the dog water the backyard. Image found on imgflip.
Now we know why the melons keep disappearing. Image found on Pinterest.
Betcha mine grows. Image found on cheezburger.

8 thoughts on “Sunday flowers”

  1. Many years ago, an environmentalist friend planted a garden at her rural NH home, only to find rabbits, deer, and other critters were helping themselves to the produce. Dismissing a chemical solution, she drank a lot of water and walked around the perimeter of the garden periodically stopping to “mark” her territory. Problem solved as all the critters got the message.

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  4. My late father was an expert gardener who always had a garden no matter where we lived. He had two of what people called “green thumbs”. One of the things which he didn’t like about living in Chicago was the short growing season that far north. When we moved to Arkansas, he was glad to take advantage of the longer growing season here. One year he had an okra plant which was about ten feet tall when the first frost in the autumn killed it. After he moved even further south to San Antonio, Texas, he liked the fact that he was able to have a garden and grow plants almost all of the time. One winter in San Antonio was so mild that some of the plants in his garden never died. However, one year when my father planted a garden, they didn’t get any rain for two or three months and all of the plants died. He replanted everything to try again and then they got two or three months worth of rain in one day and all of the plants drowned. My father tried once again to grow something and this time he finally succeeded.

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    • If my father was still alive, he would be glad to share his expertise with younger and less experienced gardeners.

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