Proving It.

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Rose pruning. Plant IDs. You can never have too many friends.

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The front porch is lit. Crap is climbing out of everything.

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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.

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I mean, goddamn. Beautiful.

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You know what, St. Franky? You’re welcome.

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No scraggly shit on my watch. Ugh, visible base block for the angel? Bitch please. Fixed.

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Some flowers, some shit in the middle. Like it’s easy. Because it is – ON THE EYES.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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