There is only... Pruning!
That's right, you heard correct! The wars of the future will be fought man to hedge, clipper to shrubbery, from the blackest pits of Petunias to the gore splattered petals of the vilest Carnation, no single arrangement will be safe! No flower un-plucked, no cutting not potted, and no seed shall go un-planted...
The Gods of Chaos look down upon their followers and see that they lack True Powa! So they hath decreed that from the sludge encrusted bowels of the Warp, there shall come a beast! A beast so powerful and awe-inspiring that the only way to describe it's coming is thus, Thus, THUS!!!
A RANCID POTPOURRI OF LUNACY!
Mwuahahahahahahahaha! Mwuhaha-cough-gaksplurk-haha, Oh my I got something caught in my throat... oh my gosh! It's an Azalea! I must have inhaled it whilst savoring the sweet sweet smell of flowers and scented oils.
Wait what?! Potpourri? Who writes the marketing ads around here anyways? Martha "

It's a Blood God Thing

" Stewart?
Sadly... more than likely...
:rantmodeoff
Continue with your dakka.... nothing to see here except my STUNNNNING spring garden seed mix! Oh where did I leave my pink gardening knee pads? Have you seen them, they're pink.
K... now I'm done.