Saw the word garden and that song by Tiny Tim came waltzing thru my head. Yep that old one we all sang Tip Toe Thru the Tulips and it won't go away. I can just see me now on this cloudy and damp morning trying to tip toe and stumbling all over my poor tulips. That wouldn't be to tragic now because they are just about at the end of their bloom but holy moley, what about my poor violas. I could just see them grabbing their leaf skirts and running away from the big giant boots and thinking the sky is falling. Those giant tulips would look like giant Redwoods crashing down. And when I get done stumbling over my own two feet, all they would see is my butt crashing down like a big meteor. End of the viola era it would be.