What with  all the damn mums, the President of the Garden Club almost wishes for a hard freeze.

Though appalled by the number of members who support Romney, the President of the Garden Club should have known.

The President of the Garden Club remonstrated with her sister about invasive species.

The President of the Garden Club deplores the fact that the irregularity of the weather  nowadays makes it impossible to know which zone one is in.

Now that she considered it, the President of the Garden Club realized that she had never  seen anyone actually sitting in a gazebo.

How could she have possibly forgotten about the mosquitoes at this hour? wondered the President of the Garden Club.

She's got weeds, blights and vines, but the President of the Garden Club is still willin'.

Call her old-fashioned, but the President of the Garden Club confesses a yen for bridal veil spirea.

Off to yet another budget meeting at the Coffee Haven, the President of the Garden Club was tempted to use strong language.

The watering ban, seethed the President of the Garden Club, would happen just as the "America In Bloom" plantings were installed.

Ironically, the sister of the President of the Garden Club lives in a Manhattan 15th-floor apartment, sans even a terrace.

The President of the Garden Club deplores the premature bolting of the broccoli.

The President of the Garden Club finds the everlasting deadheading getting extremely tiresome.

Lord only knows what will happen to the basil, thought the President of the Garden Club  as she drove away for the weekend.

It's comforting to know that the President of the Garden Club has already been elected.

The President of the Garden Club suppresses a tiny sigh as she moves the hose yet again.

The dog of the President of the Garden Club appears—alas—to have been hunting the squirrel.

The problem with a green thumb, muses the President of the Garden Club, is that it wreaks havoc with one's manicure.

On a day like this, a cooling drink on the veranda sounds about right to the President of the Garden Club.

Impatiens in full sun—a GC no-no

There are moments when the President of the Garden Club wishes she had never heard of impatiens.

You have to get up pretty early in the morning when you are President of the Garden Club—especially if it promises to be a scorcher.

Sometimes the President of the Garden Club lies awake wondering if this year, too, the wild turkeys will gobble up the blueberries.

After dealing with the perennial bed, the President of the Garden Club decides that a small glass of something couldn't do her a mite of harm.

En route home to her own neglected garden, the President of the Garden Club can't but feel a twinge of fear about what may await her.

The President of the Garden Club fails to identify a lovely gift shrub.

Having inspected the grounds, the President of the Garden Club risks a small siesta.

the coronation

I am the sister of the President of the Garden Club.