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.