remembrances, recollections, ramblings, and ruminations of a former rebellious teenager who still remembers, well, some stuff . . .
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
heat, humidity....
but the bouganvilla looks spectaular. This gorgeous fuscia explosion lolling across my fence and tickling the oak tree under its chin grew from a tiny clipping my neighbor, Mr. Jim, gave me.
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