“Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup,” I overheard my Thymus Serpyllum — AKA Creeping Thyme — (that grows in my urban — NYC — container garden) shout. This sweet plant is normally quiet; so I was surprised to hear her “proclamation” about the waiter-fly-soup adage, and I wondered what was up with her.
It seems my Thymus Serpyllum was referring to a lone Oxalis that was growing within her container, and she was trying to explain to the other things which grow in this garden her feelings as to how it felt to have this lone leaf encroach on her “living space.”
None of the things that grow here, nor I, had the heart to remind my Thymus Serpyllum that an Oxalis family lived in the container long before she did, but the Oxalis’s had passed away, leaving only one survivor, the surviving Oxalis that my Thymus Serpyllum was calling a fly!
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