Weeds, glorious weeds.
This morning. Sixty eight degrees in July. In Texas. Nuts.
In full bloom, this is what the rain brought.
Two-tone tree. I saw a rose bush recently with pink and peach colored blooms together on the same limb. This is an anomoly, right?
Coming in for a landing.
No ufo’s here.
"Look at the flowers, Lizzie, just look at the flowers."
Still reeling from last night’s episode.
Sunshine in the a.m. Finally!
Gross start to the day
Feels like fall this morning. Here’s to scarves & sweaters & soy lattes.
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