Do not fuck with zinnia. Zinnia will open up a can of green whup-ass on you and come back for seconds. These were planted on Saturday afternoon. It is Tuesday.

Not just a few; the raised lines are zinnia. Nothing yet from Tithonia, but hey–it’s been three days!

Finally remembered the buds on the trumpet honeysuckle.

Things I would never see at 544: Six-spotted Green Tiger Beetles! Saw one yesterday, too. Crap picture, but they’re small and wary, and fast, and I was too tired to go get my Canon and dick around with the lens (only to have him fly away).

Now, I must go and make some MLB food, and wash their feeders. Don’t want to piss off the mean little bastards!

EDIT: MLB feeders all washed and refilled, and tentative good news! First, though, parsley you can look at with both eyes.

Tentative good news is half a dozen tiny seedlings from my Dixie cups of hardy fuchsia! Lots of opportunity for them to crap out on me yet, but they are green! (Look with one eye.)

Tentative yaaayyy! I actually came home at lunch today to unplug their heat mat, and it was hot in there. Thought I’d killed them before they even had a chance.