Pausing to reload (or refill, really) in the ongoing war with Pearl, Merle, and Earl, who are now at the suet feeders (I think it was Pearl who had her picture taken yesterday), I came across these beauties just blooming away. I collected the saffron after taking the picture.
Crocus sativus
I don’t like having my picture taken. I don’t like being squirted with that stupid squirt gun. You’re a really, really mean person. I don’t like the plastic thing you put over the birdseed deal. The birdseed is for me. Birds are dirty and make a lot of noise. And poop all over the place; do you really like that? I slid down the metal thing this morning, hit the plastic, and fell right on the ground. Could have hurt myself. All your fault.
And the suet. Why is it in a cage? It’s just a bunch of grease and stuff, which I like, so why put it in a cage? Look what the flickers do. Grease everywhere. I wouldn’t do that. I’d just eat it all, then wait for more.
What’s wrong with me chewing the plastic top on the thing that holds sunflower seeds? I eat sunflower seeds, take the top off so I don’t have to eat plastic.
And those cages around the little iris. I can’t get at them with the cages there. So what if the iris cost you a lot of money? No one cares but you. They’re good, you should try one some time, then maybe you wouldn’t be such a jerk all the time.
the miserable gardener 