With no judge available for their monthly photo contest, Gardening Gone Wild is hosting a non-judged theme called “Spring Fling”. The idea is to capture some sort of garden whimsy. I don’t have a lot of whimsy in my garden, it all so deadly serious and dedicated to being organic. I don’t have a lot of garden ornaments, but when I was wandering around the place the other day I caught this Dame’s Rocket having its own “Spring Fling” out by my hose hangers on the sauna.
Obviously, we don’t use this hose all that much and she was taking advantage of the situation.

I sometimes wonder if people would think up these events in Spring if the word “fling” didn’t rhyme.
probably not. Why not spring whing ding?
That must be a different kind of Rocket to mine – yours is a pretty pink, mine has a white flower & flings it’s seeds far & wide.
Love your last post – hard work but so worth it!!!
I’m thinking that your rocket is probably arugula, and mine is going by a common name: Dame’s Rocket (a variety of phlox). This is why common names are so confusing and why so many gardenistas insist on scientific nomenclature. Even that can be confusing because the scientific types are always reclassifying stuff. Go figure.
I’ve given up on their contests. Hope you fare better. It’s a charming photo regardless!
This month it’s not really a contest, and you can certainly tell by the number of entries! If there’s no judging, the competitors “stay home”
This photo shows us just how much richer are the greens of nature than our manufactured green colours, don’t you think?
Yes indeedy! That hose isn’t really green, though, it is more a blue. My green hose is absolutely bilious.
I love this and think it’s perfectly suited to this month’s theme! Nice!
What a fun photo! And it looks as if this time we can all have a look at all of them. For me, spending time trying to find the best photo, and then visiting other blogs is what counts about the contest. So, thanks for posting!
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