Gladiolas sure don’t last very long! I held a “best of the worst” glad in my left hand, trying to paint it with my right. Kind of like trying to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. Here’s a closeup:
I had to make up my mind to just stay calm and try to figure it out. I do have one stalk of silk gladliolas I can use as reference tomorrow if everything croaks tonight. Meanwhile, Mr. Wonderful kept me company all day — it’s his job — only stirring occasionally to beg for cat treats.