I bought myself a handful of iris for my birthday. Aren't they lovely? I think buying cut flowers is my favorite indulgence. I rarely do it. I can't wait to have a larger garden and cut all I want for bouquets.
Today dawned sunny and windy, so I decided to be energetic and go to some garage sales. I found a handmade six inch wood cask for a dollar, and bought two clay pots for 50 cents, thus getting my new plant containers for roughly 10 percent of their retail value. I generally find garage sales dispiriting and sad since everyone is trying to offload nasty old kitchen utensils, worn out ugly clothes, books even the library won't take, and hideous paintings created by someone's nephew at camp. However, it was well worth the venture to find garden supplies.
My large euphorbia has died. I don't know why for sure, but it was never the same after Dixie sat on it. I would like to point out that since I yanked up all the plants and left plain dirt behind to accomodate Dixie's apparent fixation with lying down in that exact spot, she has sat there approximately once. My jaw goes all clenched and tight whenever I think about it, so best not to.
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