Each morning when giving Rasta fresh water, I take his water dish and empty it into the plant on the porch. One morning this is what greeted me on the front lawn:
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One kept his back to me the whole time, playing "If I can't see you then you are not really there".
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The other was much braver
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That is what they were here for; the clover!
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Looks good ..
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Smells good ...
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| Tastes good. |
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Still not there
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Poser
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The people I bought from were not gardeners, but, at some point in this properties past, Rose of Sharon were planted along the fence. I have one pinky purple one
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and a couple of white ones. Lovely.
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I am attempting to root some Rose of Sharon and Hydrangea from cuttings.
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| Still "putting up" food. I am so glad that the mushroom farm at #6 and #24 has reopened. Mushrooms from the farm gate! |
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