Well. Green may be overdoing it.
But won’t you grant me a shade of mint? Would you begrudge me my Pale Vanilla Apple coloured thumbs?
The shock of the season?
I enjoyed gardening. I enjoyed getting my nails filthy and I loved the physicality of shovelling dirt. I relished the aching muscles and the bags of mulch and I even struck up an awkward friendship.
Yet most impressive of all? I didn’t miss this.
I didn’t pine once. Not at all. Ok? Stop scrutinizing me now.
So here is evidence of When Summer Came To My Garden. Also known as Oh My God! They Didn’t Die On Me This Time.
They simply withered away in a poetic fashion when their appointed time was up.
Yes, fair blooms. Spring is a bitch like that.