She never met a flower she didn't want to eat

My garden this year consists of four pots of geraniums and petunias 

and two pots of tomatoes. 

I occasionally treat the chickens to supervised visits in this area.

They seem to enjoy the change of scenery.

Look who isn't broody anymore! After nine weeks of self-imposed

imprisonment in the nesting box, Peach finally gave up on the idea of motherhood.

Geraniums are my favorite garden plants, if for no other reason than

they're relatively hard to kill. Also, I like their flamboyance
in this otherwise understated environment.

Mrs. Hughes photobombs the geraniums.

Me: Don't even think about it.

Mrs. Hughes: Think about what?

Lady Mary: You always have to spoil it for the rest of us.

Now we're going to lose our garden privileges.

Mrs. Hughes: Kiss my fluffy ass.

Lady Mary: See? I told you we'd get kicked out.