I had a plan. They were going to a good home. Last year, I said..."all plants will get a home as soon as possible. "
But again this year... there are.... poor hapless orphans...
Two geraniums, two Dusty Millers, two white impatiens, one Rosemary, one german Chamomile, one french thyme, two cherry tomato plants, one bushel gourd plant, one eggplant plant, two native trumpet vines, three Forsythia, and a couple of dill plants and some white Daisies are becoming less than they could be with every passing day.
They are sitting in the shade and some are hoping for sun.
Every day I walk by these plants and think...today they will get a home. The day goes by, and I think...I'm not going to get to them today. I better water them.
They cry...I'm hungry...but all they get is water. Not even bread today.
The dogs are wondering about these poor things.
Where will they go? Will they have the will to survive neglect? They are thinking that plants should not be survivors. They should be displayed in all their glory and planted and fed at the right time. What is the master thinking?
The master always forgets "The Trouble with Tribbles" lesson. Tribbles grow, and grow, and grow.
Even the dogs are wondering where they will go.