God Bless Zinnias! Every year I make an extravagant gardening plan. Every year I fail it. Sometime in late July (!!) I wander out to my weed patch of dreams and toss a bunch of zinnia seeds into it. And then, maybe 10 days later, they sprout. By late August my garden of embarrassment turns into a glorious delight of color and texture, butterflies, bees and hummingbirds with perfectly charm bouquets for my dining table thrown in just to show off. This joy lasts until right around Halloween. What more could I ask? None more!