By October I lose my zeal for gardening, although I'm finally quite happy with my zinnias (some creature ate the tender tips off them just after transplanting, so it took most of the summer to get any blooms) and just behind them this year are some gangly spider flowers. They had been volunteering in front of my house and I decided to move them. I rather like the two together.
See the little orange pumpkin, peeking in the corner? I had plans for it as well as another which was still green, but one night I had a visitor. A deer! I don't usually get them, but I've seen them just west of me. Honestly, I'm just as happy without them. But, one found me and ate the little green pumpkin, half of the leaves on my geranium, and some of my day lily leaves. Left calling cards all across my lawn as well. No manners at all. Later, something came along and finished off this little orange pumpkin too, so... no luck with pumpkins this year. It was a volunteer, too... I moved it to the garden.
So this week I paid little attention to my garden until I wanted some parsley. (Cue the melodramatic music... dun dun DUHhh.) This is what I found... if you look carefully you can count seven!
I knew I had to write something....
Party in the Parsley Pot
I hadn't planned to throw a party
But my guests were all dressed up
Striped green suits with yellow spots
Wee little spats on their feet
And when I tried to say hello
Orange feathers rose from their heads
So... for now... 'til I lose patience
There's a party in the parsley pot
© Karen Eastlund
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