It appears Isabel finally got tired of us and like the great big whore that she is, moved on to ravage other unsuspecting lawn chairs, and plantings and trees. Well, good riddance. "We don't need your kind around these parts, lady!" I raged my fist at her.
I walked around to survey the damage. Hmmm..kinda looks like the morning after a good keg party. Some of the trees and bushes are hung over from all of the fun....
No. really....hung over.
Slightly off kilter. Some horizontal, even.
I could just hear them all just moaning.."Killer party, dude!" "Man o' man...that Isabel is some pa-har-tay animal!" "Dude!" called another, "How 'bout those twister sisters!?"
The rosebushes, however, were not as impressed. "Shut up!" one yelled, "That bitch blew all my petals off!" "Look!" said another, "I think she killed the sunflowers!" Another screamed. Sure enough, we appeared to have had a sunflower casualty. Maybe...
or maybe the sunflower just commited Hari-Kari, too intoxicated to stand up straight from the night of fun and festivities, it layed there with its head submerged in the stagnant birdbath water...
I walked over to check for a pulse.
Nope.
Nada.
Dead as a doornail.
I assessed for further evidence... wait... what's this? "Nope." I said aloud, "This was clearly a homicide." I called to the rosebushes, "Look here - her neck has been snapped." "The poor thing didnt have a chance," I said, shaking my head...
In sorrow, the roses sighed, and hung what was left of their pretty petaled heads....
1 comment:
Flora, this is great!
I can see the plants talking.
V
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