Stink.

Rarely does this word inspire confidence or garner support. But sometimes, it’s just what a garden needs.

The other day my cellphone buzzed, signaling I had received a text message. It was from my friend Park Safety Officer Tim Timberlake. Gifted with an eye for the out-of-the-ordinary, Tim frequently spots unusual characters – human and animal alike – in and around St. Charles. I’ve gotten texts from Tim about sandhill cranes, luna moths, flying squirrels and spiders-gone-wild. True to form, this text included a picture along with the words, “What is this?”