Daisies in the garden today. Last year the squirrels ate the flower tops right off the plants and they never came back. This year I put chicken shit on the dirt around each one. Squirrels dislike the odour it is said. Now the daisies are in good form. I deadhead them every day.
Jeff Tutt, the painter who is a flower designer, picked a dozen for our big party and these are back in bloom already. He says these guys look like cartoons. I think that characterization suits them fine. Each morning they sing to me in four-part barbershop bliss.