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Day 52 Ode to a Garden Fight


My Poppy rose up every Daisy with a Cuppa Joe. "Chrysanthemum!  I Aster have my java hotter"! He Snappeddragoned curtly.
My Feverfew was blossoming but I wanted to beat that St James Wart off his face with my Goldenrod. Get my Foxgloves on and give him a couple Black-eyed Susans.
"Begonia Poppy or you'll never see the light of a Sunflower again!  I'm Impatiens with your seedy Painted Tongue.  I Dahlia to Violet my personal space again."
I Amaryllized I was in a Red Hot Poker Scarlet Sage and had to breathe Baby Breaths to find that Sweet Alyssum Cosmos and get out of this Yarrowing compost pile.
"Oh you're such a Bleeding Heart Pansy. Why don't you grow a pair of Coral Bells to hide those Gayfeather Baby Blue Eyes".
 
I Hosta kill him! There were Sundrops in my Ox Tail Eyes.  I wound up my Kangaroo Paw and Cockscombed him in his Tulips. It was a Florists Nightmare.  My Love Lies Bleeding on his bed. "He's an Obedient Plant now," I thought.
 
My Blue Throatwort was Dill scratchy and I hadn't Bottlebrushed or Flossed Flower my teeth yet.  Bergamot pardon, I Forgot Me Not to do that before my Corn Lily pancake breakfast!
  
Of Coleus I had to pick him up and Dusty Miller him off. He was my Anemone but I have to Freesia my Wild Indigo mind and find some Everlasting Pea.
 
Well it's Four O’clock and he was still Lupine and looked Meadow Sweet. I felt Rose Mallow and covered him with a Blanket Flower and put a Candytuft on his Hybrid Pinks pillow.
 
I put on my Joseph's Coat and Johnny Jumped Up out of his Bachelor Buttons pad.  I Callaed out, "Don't Peony in your Gardenia bed. Fairwell To Spring you Freckled Face Monkeywart".

Ha ha...I got all these flower names out of Sunset magazines.....

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