My garden didn’t do too well this year EXCEPT for zinnias. Maybe it’s my reward for not getting upset in June when the visiting cyclists’ sag wagon ran over some of them. Anyway,  they resurrected and I’ve been taking flowers as host gifts and many other occasions for the past month. Obviously I still have an overabundance of zinnias. As frost looms, however, soon I won’t have any. Today I cut the remaining ones and am looking for receivers – worthy or not. If you live near me, come on over. The rest will go to soup kitchens and homeless shelters. (Is there a spiritual connection here? See Mt 6:28, Mt 22:10)