Windy I stood watching the dogs when the wind kicked up. The trees above me rattled like a hundred diamondbacks. My neighbors clearly have a green thumb. Unlike myself. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading… 3 thoughts on “Windy” Add yours You have far more luck with growing plants than I could ever hope to achieve. It’s all relative, m’dear. Loading... Reply My little plot of land seems blighted to me, but you’re right; it’s all relative. Loading... Reply If you ever saw what I could do to plants with all my tender loving care… Loading... Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply
You have far more luck with growing plants than I could ever hope to achieve. It’s all relative, m’dear. Loading... Reply
You have far more luck with growing plants than I could ever hope to achieve. It’s all relative, m’dear.
My little plot of land seems blighted to me, but you’re right; it’s all relative.
If you ever saw what I could do to plants with all my tender loving care…