Here’s a variation on “rose between two thorns”—dandy between hostas!

To riff on Stephen Colbert, “Meanwhile…our microwave died during dinner prep.”

Bit of a failure…long time coming. I’ve had these shoes for something like 15 years. Mom wore them for a while when she had slick-soled old-lady shoes and couldn’t get any purchase to move her wheelchair. Then they came back to me and landed in the back of the closet. Back in the Before Time, I got them back out one rainy day…waterproof, you know. Love Keens.

Most people I see around this neighborhood are being careful with social distancing. Today, I came across a backyard full of guys (I counted nine) who looked like 30-ish lawyer-banker types, judging by the haircuts and quality casual wear…drinking beer and yucking it up and making a few putts on a backyard putting green (usually cluttered with plant bits and ignored), I’m guessing because the country club is closed. They probably have an in with our clueless governor….

This entry was posted in floral, personal on Friday, 10 April 2020 at 7:04 pm.
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