June is the month of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus.
It’s also pride month, and I have nothing against gay people, it’s just that every time I see ‘pride’ I think of Jesus. And I prefer it that way.
Sacred Heart of Jesus
Red
The people next door planted their bougainvillea immediately upon moving in ten years ago. I’ve taken many pictures of it, since the color is such a vivid fuchsia.
So… where did this red spring from??
Old growth, right next to the pink stuff. Nature is glorious.
Blood Red Moon
Are we expecting vampires?
WOOT!
Have mercy! I’ve got to get this plant into the ground! It’s called “Fiesta” and is a tropical hibiscus, the only sort I can grow down here. Lucky me!
Transformers
My husband found this transformative picnic table/bench on *Amazon and had to have it.
It feels more like a children’s picnic table to me, but he was so in love with it… here it is.
The thing is cute but I was hoping for something more… comfortable. 😉
*Don’t worry, no affiliate links.
Little Fountain
I bought this little thing to hopefully bring more birds and to give bees a landing spot so they could drink without drowning. That’s really a thing.
What I didn’t count on while cycling through the different nozzles? The sound is delightful! And very soothing. All for $17. The little things really are the best.
Oh, the patio has been pressure cleaned and looks amazing. Hibiscus has arrived and is waiting to be planted.
Work continues apace!
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See?
Constructing a Laugh
If not ill or depressed I laugh… a lot. It’s my nature. But my sister in law, who is also the BFF, does not. Hardly ever, in fact. Well, unless she sees a video of someone falling. The sort of stuff that makes me cringe. Natural gigglers like myself can have a hard time with non-gigglers.
So I set out to make her laugh.
First, I sent this picture and wrote “I picked this flower for you”.
She replied: “NICE WEED”.
Not put off at all, the next day “Badger helping me clean up the patio” (it’s horrid, no? lots of work left to do if anyone wants to raise their hand?):
No reply at all. Now that’s just rude. At least say something about the dog’s overly long nails. (A personal peeve of hers)
She must be off her meds, so I ramp things up.
“I’m now farming hydroponically”
“YOU CRACK ME UP” says she.
Mission accomplished!
My Husband is…
Romantic. Much more so than I.
He replaced the carb in the big pressure cleaner and apparently decided a love note was in order.
I love that man.
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