I just love taking a stroll through the garden and suddenly spying something so lovely that I just can’t stop looking at it. That’s what happened the day I found this okra flower hiding bashfully beneath the canopy of leaves above it. I imagined it cooing to me with the accent of a Southern Belle, “Good heavens darlin’, its a trifle warm out here…”
(What, you don’t give your plants personalities? What’s wrong with you!)….
(Hmmm, maybe that’s why I have such a hard time ripping them out at the end of the season…)
(Perhaps that childhood movie, Babes in Toyland, had a more profound effect on me than we all thought…)
(Or maybe I’m the last one coming to this realization and the rest of you already knew I was crazy….)
(Note to self: Stop admitting that you talk to your vegetable garden…)