The Ghost of a Flower
Anonymous“You’re what?” asked the common or garden spook
Of a stranger at midnight’s hour.
And the shade replied with a graceful glide,
“Why, I’m the ghost of a flower.”“The ghost of a flower?” said the old-time spook;
“That’s a brand-new one on me;
I never supposed a flower had a ghost,
Though I’ve seen the shade of a tree.”
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As Mike’s Dad says, “The garden’s had it”. It’s nearly time to clip down the hydrangeas, and WAY past time to clean up the sunflowers. They are still yellow and standing straight up, mind you. But many of the faces are looking down and their petals are all scraggly. I think I’ll take a picture of them and make them look all spooky like this one, too – that won’t take much. It won’t take much at all.
And now I lay me down to sleep….Zzzzzzzzzz
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Dad also says, "The arse is gone right out of ‘er". Apparently a Newfie boating term, and no he is not a Newfie. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
That is the best way to explain my garden this year. The arse fell right out of ‘er. Oh well, zucchinis will come next year.
Also, Newfie alert – My grandpa was born in Newfoundland, ergo, I’m part Newfie! How do you like me now?
Well it explains A LOT.
OMG love The Ghost of a Flower.