You can call me flower, if you want to

So, like many of my fellow bloggers, now that we’re in the middle of summer, I am finally reaping the beauty of all the tiny, young flower-seedlings I planted months ago. And after the frost-marigold disaster, which resulted in a late vinca replacement, most of my precious plants are blooming and thriving. Except the ones that my other growing, precious thing is picking the petals off of.