Mary, Mary Quite Contrary How Does Your Garden Grow?

Yogi Mary must have Spring Fever because tonight she looked out at all of us and saw a garden. We were all ladies tonight, no guys, no testosterone (well I guess we have some of that), no Y chromosome (or is it X for male? I forgot), just no guys, not a testicle in the place, and we somehow looked floral. There was a rainbow of mats and a lot of different colored outfits making up our bouquet. We stretched, twisted, went up, down, up, down, breathe, up, down, up, down, breathe and splits, splits, splits. There's a new welder in the bunch, a still waiting for the new kitty, an amazingly proud, sobering revelation and, oh, while we're talking about flowers, dear class, since you asked, I'M GOING TO AMSTERDAM! Breathe, breathe, breathe.