The Easter lilies from Priya and Louise (planted about 7 years ago) are in full bloom. Aren't they wonderful? Those girls left 2 constant reminders: they wrote "Good Morning Mom and Dad" on the white board in the kitchen and it is still there and these Easter lilies.
If you were a poison ivy plant or a bit of wild grapevine, would you be sorry that you picked my backyard right about now?
I saw a few leaves that don't seem to be appropriately withered, so I may go out and spray again tonight. Don't want those damn plants to rally. But, maybe they are like the Royals, and don't have a good rally in them.
My heart will sing when I can post a picture of a row of brown, dead, dried up vegetation.
And it won't be the US Supreme Court.
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