Post derby party (see yesterday.) We go to a diner and stuff ourselves silly with all kinds of delicious evil. And then I can’t help myself, we stop and get more plants. Gluttony is my sin. A rose bush for the front yard. A blueberry bush for the garden. A lilac bush (above) for the hill. And stop!!! Woolly thyme! (Cue MC Hammer.) Then I make a marinara sauce and vegan meatballs and we watch “Tulip Fever.” I understand that brand of craziness and obsession, obviously.
I found my thrill! Now must get two more to cross-pollinate or no berries. The gluttony goes on and on.
Hello Rosie!
Stop! Woolly thyme! You can’t touch this.
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i so so understand your madness. gardened yesterday. and yet AGAIN i see i am not done. just a FEW more flower sorts. hahaha never enough. i must fill every pot i have. but she is really shaping up now. so fun and so so satisfying. x