The Areca palms, which I swear grow wild down here and which I hate with a bloody passion, are doing their yearly thing.
At least the bees appreciate it.
“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.”
The confederate ivy is blooming…
I know! But there can never be too many pictures of Christmas Cactus.
Apparently Christmas cacti can bloom whenever!