Rose pruning. Plant IDs. You can never have too many friends.
The front porch is lit. Crap is climbing out of everything.
These are the hostas left in the ground. Animal and bug deterrent is working. No more cracks, no more holes. I see a pine cone I’m throwing it across the yard. Don’t fuck with us.
I mean, goddamn. Beautiful.
You know what, St. Franky? You’re welcome.
No scraggly shit on my watch. Ugh, visible base block for the angel? Bitch please. Fixed.
Some flowers, some shit in the middle. Like it’s easy. Because it is – ON THE EYES.
Can you BELIEVE I posted that pic of the scraggly hostas? Well LOOK AT US NOW. WHAT NOW? COME AT ME. Is that VULCAN with the white???? Of course it is.
Solomon’s Seal is ringing the choral bells. Cheer for the joyful sound until the license plate rattles AGAINST THE CAR SMASH A GUITAR FUCK SHIT UP.
Still one of the best things ever. Not going anywhere. Birds can shake off their mites somewhere else.
Now hush. I ain’t even done.