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In the ground

Oh sweet relief: For the first time in months I am to be able to go outside and piddle in the yard without wishing instantly for the sweet release of death (when you’re a mosquito magnet, you can’t do your yardwork in skimpy, well-ventilated clothes unless you want to discover bites in places you’d rather just a select few people had access to). These past few days have just been beautiful and I’ve been able…

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Showoff

Look who came flitting through the yard today, taking a rest here and there long enough for me to photostalk. I’m almost positive this little guy came around because of the hazy asters I recently planted out back. It’s not been a terribly butterfly-friendly atmosphere in the yard this year, what with the heat pretty much keeping all the plants in a constant state of non-blooming fatigue. I’m finding, though, that as the toothiest of…

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Friday flower No. 22

This is a Friday flower in every sense of the word, seeing as it did not exist until today. I honestly didn’t think I was going to get any blooms out of my hummingbird vines this year, so I’m quite smitten with this little guy. Bonus angle!

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Friday foliage No. 6

Last year Tamara visited and brought me a tiny baby zebrina plant that Jack instantly devoured once my back was turned. Sad face. So I borrowed some zebrina from my mom’s garden and wisely did not bring it anywhere near that fat bastard of a cat. It is doing well.

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Friday flower No. 17

The neighbor apparently isn’t fighting her portion of the trumpet vine as insanely as I am, and this little bough dropped over the fence and started blooming quite fetchingly. Which makes me so angry, given its pissy attitude. I hate. This. Vine.

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