This is Exhibit A of what Mr. You thinks is an appropriate Flowering Plant Life for the garden at Il Poggiolo.
What is that measly bouquet? Well... let us hark back to when you were in grade school... say, the Second Grade... and the Science Lesson was to come to class with a frigging flower & blue food-dye... procured at the local SAFEWAY... so your Second Grade teacher... I had a Mrs. Filbert, for cryin' out loud!!!... could preform a miracle!!! It needed a night's passing. Upon your anxious return to school, your frigging flower had turned... Oh! My God!!!... blue!!! However, the night before... while your frigging flower was sucking up food-dye in a jam-jar full of water... you were too from a bowl of vanilla ice cream smothered in the same. It was so much fun making ugly faces at your sister with a blue tongue. Well, that dippy flower was a chrysanthemum and it ought to have staid back in a Second Grade classroom and not have matriculated into my garden. Dippy second-rate flowers. Mr. You, however, is in thrall. He says they grow & multiply... Like our weeds? I asked. There was no response. Gads.
What is that measly bouquet? Well... let us hark back to when you were in grade school... say, the Second Grade... and the Science Lesson was to come to class with a frigging flower & blue food-dye... procured at the local SAFEWAY... so your Second Grade teacher... I had a Mrs. Filbert, for cryin' out loud!!!... could preform a miracle!!! It needed a night's passing. Upon your anxious return to school, your frigging flower had turned... Oh! My God!!!... blue!!! However, the night before... while your frigging flower was sucking up food-dye in a jam-jar full of water... you were too from a bowl of vanilla ice cream smothered in the same. It was so much fun making ugly faces at your sister with a blue tongue. Well, that dippy flower was a chrysanthemum and it ought to have staid back in a Second Grade classroom and not have matriculated into my garden. Dippy second-rate flowers. Mr. You, however, is in thrall. He says they grow & multiply... Like our weeds? I asked. There was no response. Gads.
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