Something has definitely changed since last we saw Dante in the front yard. It's almost like magic! These flowers seemed to appear from nowhere overnight.
"All I did was concentrate an' say 'abraCATdabra' an' voila!"
(By the way, for those who may not know "Voila" means "There it is" in French.)
There are two green iron urns on the front porch steps. Here you can see geraniums and begonias that Dante conjured up. The dark red geraniums and the pretty pink ones with dark red markings are called "Martha Washingtons".
Here is the second urn with basically the same flowers except there are some white with red Martha Washingtons instead.
Through some feat of levitation, Dante even managed to hang a basket of pink and purple geraniums, and there are three large pots of petunias and impatience lining the walkway.
There are still things that need to be done in the garden, however. And for this, Dante needs to get up close and PURRsonal.
Dante is closely inspecting the spirea for evidence of introoders. "I has a nose for dis kinda fing!", he says.
Dante has certainly URNed my respect as a gardener. He may not have thumbs (green or otherwise), but he has certainly cultivated keen capabilities of the horticultural kind.
"It's all a question of mind ovah mattah", says he. "Now if yoo doan mind, I need to take care of mattahs -- gardenin' mattahs, dat is!"
After all that mercurial mental effort, Dante deserves a good rest. And all around him are bountiful reMINDers that magic is real!
"Stayed tooned for PAWT II. Next week I'm gonna turn dis into a cat garden."

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