Ah, I feel like I'm in a duck blind witnessing the flora and fauna romping merrily though the wedding scene where they're consecrating the land for a blissful harvest. I would think the Romans would approve certainly. And Boucher thought he had a lock on garden romances. . . piffle. He was a piker compared with Mr Ploos.
Captions are spinning out of control in my head, Mr Ploos. . . I'm showing great restraint here. . . shaking. . . m-m-m-mus-s-sttt s-s-ay n-n-not a w-w-word. . . . .
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream