The daffodils just came out…I didn’t even know they were gay.
I dug a hole in my garden and filled it with water…I meant well.
My neighbors hate it when I talk to my plants…I use a megaphone.
I went online to search for “difficult garden plants” …nothing came up.
I used to wear a flower in my lapel, but I stopped. The pot kept banging me in the nuts.
For the third night in a row, someone has been adding soil to my garden…the plot thickens.
A friend of mine is so vain, he goes into the garden so the flowers can smell him.
Yesterday, I only watered half my lawn. I heard there was a 50% chance of rain.
I just found pebbles in my pond filter. Fred and Wilma are going to be very upset.