. . . with silver bells & cockle shells

Passing by Ms. Gardening Gertie’s place again today, I paused to admire what I presumed to be the fruits of her labour. It appealed to my aesthetic tastes in an unexpected way, being more vibrantly floral than I generally prefer. As I approached, however, I realized that this was not exactly a fruit of her labour after all: this is in fact simply a pot of fake blooms prominently featured in the center of her smooth-dirt lawn. It is possible, I suppose, that her quirky attire is due to something other than pure gardening bliss . . .