My garden makes me laugh sometimes. Take this Cyclops-looking Gerber daisy that grows close to the ground and sideways. Isn't it supposed to bloom up and towards the sun? It lives in my one small "sun garden" where all the plants grow wonky and not straight up. Take the clump of Shasta daisies who share this space. They've multiplied like rabbits, nearly taking over the entire plot. En mass like proud little yellow and white bunny soldiers, they reach towards the left, bending in the direction of the live-giving yellow orb that eludes them for most of the day. It's an odd look. Cyclops, looking equally strange focuses his sideways eyeball on me. Doesn't he care about the sun? Apparently not, as he eyes me, laughing every morning of his short life, as I try to tend my renegade garden but mostly stand back and frown. "Wow, I guess the pruning of that hydrangea didn't work," I mumble as its branches reach out in random directions. And, "What happened to the little red flowers this year?" I ask the air as I remember that that's where I planted the bug-eaten Gerber daisies who are on their last legs. Cyclops and his friend, Hoo-Hoo, his owl-looking Gerber neighbor, gaze in wonder. At me. With Cyclops here laughing till he cries.
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