Everyone laughs. They are all so happy for Pig. She finally found a friend who is her size.
Mary takes a deep, cleansing breath and says, “Let us reminisce. Let us look back at the summer and talk about the wonderful season which was.”
“I would like everyone to choose their Favorite Flower of the Year and tell us about it. Shadow Bunny, how about you go first?”
“O.K.” says Shadow Bunny. She smiles her own funny shadowy smile and says, “As you know, I came late in the summer and by the time I arrived, the wild bloom season was fading. I could just tell that the most of the flowers were wearing down, but not the Zinnias.”
“I choose Zinnia.” says Shadow Bunny.
“Great!” says Mary. “Puppy, how about you? What was your favorite flower of the year?”
“Excellent!” says Mary. “Just Excellent.”
Mary loves when the gang loosens up and gets onto a real chat.
Gnome has been hanging over by the old stone wall, facing the rest of the gang. Gnome waves his hand and laughs. “Well, as you all know, I experienced a bit of a life-changing moment in Gourdtopia this summer.”
Iron Turtle takes his turn. “Yes, Gnome.” he says. “That was special. For me, I must say that I have given this moment a great deal of thought. A great deal, indeed. To single out one flower and call it my favorite is a curious and difficult exercise. I appreciate the fine qualities of them all, but if I must choose, then I choose the standard bearer, Gloriosa Daisy.”
“And I love Gloriosa because it appears to strive for excellence from the moment it’s leaves become green in the spring until the moment it finally yields to the merciless frost. Gloriosa is my favorite.”
“Thank you, Turtle.” says Mary. “I think we all would agree that you have chosen a mighty fine flower.”
She looks to Stone Turtle. “Stoney Boy.” says Mary, affectionately. “What do you think. Who really jingled your fancy this summer.”
Stone Turtle does not hesitate. He perks up his head and recites his favorite limerick.
I think Shadow Bunny will love it next year. I can’t wait.”
“Fabulous.” says Mary. “Just fabulous. We are winding down. Mr. Brass Frog, what say you?”
Frog looks around at the gang. They have talked so long now the sun is creeping up in the morning sky.
“Here Here!” shouts the gang in unison. “Here Here!” The Humminbug. Who could ever forget that?
Everyone has had a turn now except for Mary. It is Mary’s style to go last, giving everyone else a chance to choose their flower. They all look to Mary, eyebrows raised.
With that, my blogger friends, Jim’s Garden is going to be silent for a while. The original goal of capturing the garden as it stands frozen, thaws, grows, blooms and fades through a calendar year has been met. Such a fine year it was. Thank you so much for reading! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Now, other goals must be addressed while the garden stands frozen yet again. Happy New Year. I’ll be back.