Shhhh, don’t tell Costantino where I am…
Guest Post: Sono Girasole
I am hiding in plain sight.
I heard him just the other day, muttering about needing to come over here and cut all ‘these weeds’ down. Huh? They are my friends, the little blue flowers that only open in the morning and Queen Anne’s Lace. I mean, look at that! How more bucolic can you be?
So, I just kind of hang out here and try to look like a cedar tree.
But that’s hard! I’m so pretty!
The bees just love me.
But they could be a little neater!
Until next summer!