The Humanisation of the Garden, Part 2

I was going to do a life. turns today, but our ceilings are too low. Ofcourse, we didn't find that out until everything had been set up and was ready to go.

I was going to do a hummingbird/corn/something exciting today, but it's hot, I'm feeling a tad lazy and I live in a village where exciting things hardly ever happen.

So, I pretended this fuchsia is a hairless, armless ballerina. She can dance while the catnip sings.

I realise this write-up makes me seem insane/drunk/just really weird. So there's no urgent need to make me aware of that fact, thanks.


Edit to add:
I'd like to say that no flowers were harmed during this Blip, but I'd be lying.