I love reading about Heather's husband's bastard garden and today I was thinking of them as I was ripping out old dead Zinnias. We had our first frost last night and now I understand the significance. These Zinnias were wet and gross looking so I decided it was time to get rid of them. So long first plants I ever grew from seed!
As I was cramming these things into the old rusty metal "yard waste only" trash cans I noticed a bastard garden work of art starting to emerge. Heather - don't you think this would make the perfect centerpiece for the bastard garden??? The bees loved it so much that I couldn't even move it to the alley for trash pick up because they were attacking me every time I went near it.
In other bastard news, I planted all my bulbs this morning and by the time I was out of the shower the bastard squirrel was already digging them up. I am not a violent person but I so wish I had a gun today.