That’s probably a grammatically incorrect title, starting it with the word “why.” Starting anything with the word “why.”
Or having truncated phrases with no correct subject-verb-object and treating them as sentences, for that matter. Gritting your teeth yet?
But I did want you to know why I garden.
This is Petit Prince with his “april fish.” Poisson d’Avril is how the French do April Fool’s. Nothing complicated, just stick some fish on your friend’s back. It didn’t lessen his brother and sister’s enjoyment any that he had no idea why the fish were there or even that they were there.
And she’s trying to grow her bangs out to look like Sleeping Beauty.
Smart and pretty.
Can you see how mesmerized they are by it all?
Alas, I am mostly reduced to sending them outside as a form of punishment when their taunts have reached a fever pitch. They aren’t very tempted to go out on their own.
No, I garden for me. Because green things attracts birds and they sound so pretty when they chirp that I feel like Cinderella. No, seriously. I feel just like Cinderella, and that’s before she is whisked off by her prince to France or something.
And then there are the pretty reasons, the row of tulips and lavender growing side by side (even if the black tulips are too tall and the white tulips too short since I didn’t think to check their length when I bought the bulbs).
Are you struck with this affliction?