If you don't prune your roses back to teensy little stumps every year, your roses won't grow.
Oh yeah? (Dogs inserted for scale purposes.)
Oh yeah? (Dogs inserted for scale purposes.)
Lilypie, it will be waiting for you when you get home.Meetup pic is, of course, blocked.
I feel like there's a tracts of land joke in here somewhere.
If you don't prune your roses back to teensy little stumps every year, your roses won't grow.
Oh yeah? (Dogs inserted for scale purposes.)
I loathe tea.
There. I said it.
*makes out with Nespresso machine*
Dragon, I have a rose bush I always trim back to the ground, never blooms. The other? I let go like crazy. Blooms a few.
IDK what I'm doing wrong or not.
Yours are beautiful.
I love tea.. but it has to be iced, in a huge plastic tumbler and a few minutes short of a cavity.
And I'll be damned if the various declensions make any sense.
Dude, I would be waiting in your hot-tub by the time you got home from work if I could. You and Mr. Sunna sound like such a blast. I'd hide in your luggage for your vacation this year, just because I know it would be fun no matter what jacked-up travel weirdness happened.
Now brewing: HUGE Tracts of Land tea. A blend of gunpowder and jasmine, for people who like their tea strong but with a hint of delicacy.
I like the rose, the rose that goes boom.
/spelling sigh
I can just see it now: I come home, hair all Buckwheat from driving with the windows down, and Mr. Sunna, instead of kissing me hello, points to the back deck and makes a little I-dunno gesture. And I wander out there and there's Clovia lounging in steam, glass of wine in hand and the rest of the bottle floating next to her, who gives me an eyebrow waggle and asks when dinner will be.
Do this. Please? That would so make my year.
I suppose I'll have to make an exception for this blend, and take mine with milk...