As usual, our garden is looking something of a sunflower farm . . .
It’s not necessarily on purpose, mind. Sure, we planted a few seeds. As usual, those seeds sprouted spindly and they’ve yet to bloom. No, the flowers that have moved in and made themselves at home, seemed to do so on their own accord.
Thankfully, they’re all on the smallish side (not a fan of blooms the size of your head). So far, they’re pretty straight forward; yellow with yellow centers, yellow with brown centers. You know, the usual suspects . . .
Every once in awhile we’ll get a splash of red . . .
Or a dose of crimson – which, of course, makes us giddy . . .
Should you come by for a visit, however, do not be aghast when you see something like this . . .
Or this . . .
Or even this . . .
Yes, we know the rules of deadheading; but we also know this fellow, along with his family and friends . . .
Of course, once you serve food, you must also offer a cool beverage. And heaven forbid you have a busy week and let your service slip a bit. They’re a vocal crowd. If they go in to wet their whistle and find the establishment not up to par, they will let you know; you might even get a look or two . . .
It’s not easy running a popular diner.
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