I am Empress of All Dirt, Queen of the Compost and Bearer of Weeds and Clippings. Holding Court outside since early this morning before I pack this show up for the winter. Sir James, my faithful consort, has transformed the outer reaches of the kingdom all week while I was gone.

Just being silly because I thought of Nine Inch Nails while I sat on the wicker throne. “You can have it all, my empire of dirt. Roses may let you down, they will make you hurt.”