I go now into my cellar to bring out the gladiola bulb and the homesick turnip of last year.
The gladiola bulbs are looking older than when I put them away last fall.
Gladiola learned to injure a piano at a conservatory of music.
I ordered a new style of gladiola eight years ago of a man who had his portrait in the bow of his seed catalogue.
Then Gladiola moved up to the squeaky end of the piano and gave an imitation of a Swiss music box.
