Monday, June 26, 2006

Horrified

There, Mother. I've taken out the (horrendous, awful, makes me want to barf because I can't believe I left them on my front porch for seven months) fake flowers, and planted new. Real ones. Alive. Growing. Thriving. Morning Glories. love, love

















And yes, that is half a whiskey barrel on my porch. So sue me - it was there, and it was free.
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Mel said...

Hardy har har. And they are ground covering morning glories, not the climbing ones. I thought that'd be a safer bet.

9:15 AM

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