Since nobody seems to want these crocus updates, I’ll assume it’s because I haven’t explained it well enough, like Pres. Obama told Diane Sawyer over the weekend vis-a-vis his Obamacare that nobody wants because he hasn’t explained it enough times yet (or you’re just too dumb to get it!). So here’s another address about it (or you’re just too dumb to get it!). The State of the Crocus. All rise.
Like Obama’s unemployment prognostications (it’ll be 8% I swear! OK it’s 11, so who’s counting?), the crocus has still failed to bloom. Except here’s the thing. It seems to have tried to bloom, but a slug or multiple slugs working in cahoots like in a vast no-wing conspiracy of some sort, have actually eaten the flower itself as you can see below. (Also see this blog entry re slugs for a sluggy coikidink!)
If I had applied some of those wonderful pesticides (now banned in most liberal “progressive” territories which we once thought were our own private property —suckers!), I could have — or allowed to have — fulfilled the natural crocus bloomage.
So in effect, I could say that I could have “created or saved” the blooming crocus. Yup. Created or saved.
As it is, it looks near dead.
But unaided by any stimulus at all, these two other ones have popped-up. They’re very enterprising! Private enterprising! Do note the smarmy li’l snail sittin’ right there waiting to pounce though! I’ll zap it with some yummy illegal pesticides (or possibly send the young puppy Sammy out there to eat it) right quick.
And speaking of Sammy, for all those who ask about Sammy and whether her raging communist or jihadist reign of terror is over, well yes it mostly is, at six months and four days of age. Here she is, post escargot lunch.