An Ant Pulling A Fly

The Home Show PowerPoint presentation went great. ChristineB from the Last Frontier Gardens warned me to watch for technical difficulties, so I made sure to arrive early.  Everything went well. I got home from the presentation and had the nicest comment on my previous post from one of the guest who attended the presentation. She said she wished they had given me an hour or two. How sweet is that. I hope sharing the comment isn’t bragging but you all sent me so many best wishes. They must have worked.

Yesterday we had snow. Big fluffy wet flakes.But this afternoon  we had sun and were in the 50s . So after the Home Show I felt like gardening.  I caught this picture of a tiny ant pulling a fly.

The ant is such a symbol of determination. I picked him up a couple of time to get the right picture. He would not let go of his prize.  When I put him down at one point he went in a complete circle. Quickly figured out which way he wanted to go and went on his way. I wished him well.  He was on our wonderful pink limestone. So what was I doing when I caught this little ant. I was working with determination. We inherited in our garden Creeping Lady Bells, Campanula rapunculoides  This  is a terrible weed.

 The roots can grow like brittle parsnips.  These were young plants.  To remove them you have to dig deep. Any bit of root will grow the weed.  Also even though the flower is beautiful the seeds will sprout in lawns and everywhere.    This batch was growing under a 2 foot stretch of rock wall. I had to take the piece of wall down and dig. So I was like that little ant with a fly..... Conversation with Ted:   I said  “This one root looks like a frog.  He answered  “you have an active imagination”,  I said " No, look it does  look like a frog. Tell me it doesn't look like a frog. So he said, “it doesn’t look like a frog”