Bleed on



Of course there’s one lonely bleeding heart left on my giant bleeding heart shrub.  Shrub.  Shrubbery.  Does the word shrubbery make you think of Monty Python??

Of course there’s one left.  Such irony.  Such perfect irony.  One perfect pink little blossom left.  Am I the bleeding heart, you ask??  Does my blood valve chamber leak sticky red liquids??