Evening, y’all. DP, Bill, and Anoreth have gone to Waxhaw for a race. The guys will run, and Anoreth will mill about looking Cool.
I worked in the yard most of the afternoon, and I’m looking forward to a shower and some wine, when I get the Louder Offspring to bed. I had to cut the grass out from behind the rosebushes; only minor injuries, since I was wearing my big straw hat. I seem to have mutilated some clematis, but they’ll grow back.
I want to mill about looking Cool...maybe, if I could get rid of this “feral” look I have...?
My mother loved clematis, and I want to plant roses (or buy some in pots) but I’m such a plant murderer that I don’t dare. I just can’t bear the thought of shriveled, wilted and/or dry plants, dead of too much of the wrong kind of care. Maybe I need an air fern, or a resurrection plant...?