If you'd've told me a couple of years ago that I'd be watering flowers every morning, I'd've probably questioned your sanity. Along with a recent predilection for music of the non-hard-rock persuasion, I've been noticing flora more in my advancing years. The marigolds of Spring are beginning to close up shop for the year. Oh, sure, I've noted the four seasons before, but these flowers I actually water.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The Four Seasons, Redux.
If you'd've told me a couple of years ago that I'd be watering flowers every morning, I'd've probably questioned your sanity. Along with a recent predilection for music of the non-hard-rock persuasion, I've been noticing flora more in my advancing years. The marigolds of Spring are beginning to close up shop for the year. Oh, sure, I've noted the four seasons before, but these flowers I actually water.
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Dave, as you know several years ago, I did a post about wild flowers, for which I was soundly (and lovingly) ridiculed by the guys. Now it's your turn.
FAG!
Okay, I deserved that. I'll post manlier next time.
Not that there is anything wrong with that!
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