The daffodils and tulips have come and gone, and now it’s the irises’ turn.
The plant life hereabouts doesn’t seem to have gotten the word about our record heat and drought.
The roses on the back patio are doing as well as ever, and maybe better.
Roses are exploding on their trellis, the irises are going full tilt, and the lawn — well, it actually looks kind of like a lawn.
And those little green apples that God didn’t make? Well, somebody did. We’re gonna have a metric shit-ton of those inedible sonsabitches to contend with here directly.
Good thing we don’t have a Triffid. Judging by the way everything else is coming along, our little cinder-block wall sure wouldn’t restrict its movements any.
Nossir, that sucker would be striding around and about the Greater Comanche Foothills Yacht & Cricket Club, snatching up the neighbors and their pets, lowering property values, and making Republicans of the survivors.
Tags: flowers
May 11, 2018 at 9:14 am |
Plants make people happy…
May 11, 2018 at 9:33 am |
Triffids? All you would need is some Agent Orange, I mean Roundup, to control those bad boys. Going to eat me are you? Here, have a face full of this shit from Monsanto.
Hot and dry down here too. Red flag conditions in SE Arizona today and tomorrow. Let’s hope somebody doesn’t get stupid up in the mountains.
May 11, 2018 at 11:14 am |
Splendid display! If you have succulents I bet they grow to plate-size!
May 12, 2018 at 9:44 am |
Red flag conditions again today here in SE Arizona. They, National Weather Service, are predicting gust to 45 mph until 8 PM tonight. I guess since I am a geographical bachelor, and can’t ride today, I might as well clean something. Maybe the Niner could use a detail, lube, and adjustment session.
May 12, 2018 at 3:35 pm |
Those inedible little green apples may actually be edible – not right off the tree though. Some brown sugar, molasses, or honey could possibly urn those into a sweet pie or cobbler.
Just make sure they are really apples.
May 12, 2018 at 3:45 pm |
It was fun while it lasted. Spring that is. 42 degrees high and raining. Not conducive to my Great Comeback training in prep for sucking your wheels next month. As my right knee is swollen up like Trump at his “pep”rallies, it’s probably good to take a few days off the merciless training regime I’ve subjected myself to. Well…I did get out for a few good spins around the realm. I keep eyeing my wind trainer but it hates me and I hate it. Maybe a glass of Sonoma Oaks 2013 Pinot Noir would make more sense. I know for sure the Pinot doesn’t hate me.