Tsk

I was driving down Maple Street, when I noticed a plain little ranch house with a stunning array of hollyhocks, in as many colors as I guess they come in, gracing the front yard. My tongue went to the roof of my mouth and I made a "tsk" sound. I have made that sound before, but never in response to flowers. Is this something that occurs when one passes a certain age? It seems like I can remember my grandmother making that sound at sights that pleased her, such as how I had grown, or my new tooth.

I love gardens, but I cannot view them without envy. My garden is pitiful. The Easter lilies were eaten completely by some bug: the star gazer lilies did open, but they were quite ragged too. Frankly, they looked like soldiers that had just returned from a routing. I know I've got too much shade and there has been way too much rain but I want to gaze at my own yard and go "tsk." Is that too much to ask?