If I lived in the front of the garden, then I’d have had a haircut by now," mumbled the Sedum.
"Because I’m large and exuberant, I seem to be neglected unless I shout. This morning, I almost caught the gardener’s attention, but then she began looking for the Shooting Star (Dodecatheon pauciflorum) and forgot all about me.
I could have told her that the Shooting Star was not yet ready to make an appearance. Some plants spend far too much trying to make themselves beautiful before appearing at the spring fête.
I am in desperate need of a haircut. If only I could find the garden shears, I’d trim off my old hair and look just as dapper as those little Liverlilies. Truly I would.