The rosebushes, rosemary, and boxwoods out front are doing extremely well right now. What's my secret? Selecting plants that love not being watered, and which take a pickaxe and a steady resolve to kill. Things like orchids will die from merely catching you sneering at them, so you'll never catch me buying those.
The day after the hurricane one of the rosebushes was all "LOL WUT HURRICANE, BRO?" and had two fat blooms on it, in completely clashing shades of pink. It's a magic rose bush.
In the backyard, things are not quite as manicured, but they're improving. This lovely black and yellow garden spider (Argiope aurantia) was hanging out on the shed when I was raking up hurricane debris.
The cats say hello and ask that you send more cardboard boxes. If you came to visit, Gozer would likely show you her "favorite chair."
But Sophie generally prefers different company during leisure time. Buckets, specifically.
I wonder if she's like "What happened to those comfy beds we used to sleep on all day? Oh well, here are some buckets. Next best thing."
I'm like one of those annoying moms who will NOT stop showing you every picture ever taken of her kids, but they're just so darn photogenic. And you know you get online just to find more pictures of adorable cats.
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