Sprung

When Plot and Duck got home from Patagonia, they instructed that their team of bed chamber servants throw open the door to the Rear Acreage. Spring had sprung in Saint Plotniko, with Noble Volunteers (weeds) going bonkers and the Royal Herb Garden burst into bloom.







Of course, most everything is a weed, or at least a plant that Plotnik never planted. Yellow poppies, the state flower, just arrived one day and decided to seed themselves each year in a different spot. The white flowers are on the arugula -- if Plot cuts off the flowers the plants will just keep producing greens to eat, but then he won't get to look at the flowers. Same with the purple chive flowers and the yellow kale flowers.



Only the purple and red alstroalmerias were planted where they are supposed to be.




The nice thing is each year you're surprised. You never know what will flourish one year and languish another. Irises weren't much here this year, apparently, because they seem to have come and gone while Plot and Duck weren't around to see them, but the fuschia looks like it's here for awhile.