We got home late Monday night. I was immediately impressed by the fall smell in the air - undectable through the jet and car fumes at LaGuardia, but very nice on Long Island. We had dinner at Steve's mom's house and then drove home. Wes got skunked while we were gone and still smells awful. My morning glories finally bloomed after holding out the whole summer - that seems to be what they do, I grew them on Long Island one year and they were just blooming around the first frost. They had beautiful flowers and dying foliage. The plant I have now looks gorgeous though and everything is green here after a hot dry summer. The ticks are back too after being mysteriously absent all summer.
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Nagymama once did an adult-ed ceramics class. She made a half-round vase to hang on the wall. She glazed it with a dark green glaze, like the traditional Hungarian pottery... you know, the things she had hanging in the Florida Room. And in the tradition of that old Hungarian pottery, she inscribed it. It said, "Anybody that loves flowers can't be all bad."
Glad your home, Id love to hear from you. Hope your all doing well.
Man, are those morning glories something. They look fantastic. The squirrels ate most of mine. ::thinking of ways to discourage the little buttheads next spring::
the morning glory another thing that will never be my friendhee, just a poem I think that is right...They are beautiful!
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Nagymama once did an adult-ed ceramics class. She made a half-round vase to hang on the wall. She glazed it with a dark green glaze, like the traditional Hungarian pottery... you know, the things she had hanging in the Florida Room. And in the tradition of that old Hungarian pottery, she inscribed it. It said, "Anybody that loves flowers can't be all bad."
Glad your home, Id love to hear from you. Hope your all doing well.
Man, are those morning glories something. They look fantastic. The squirrels ate most of mine. ::thinking of ways to discourage the little buttheads next spring::
the morning glory another thing that will never be my friendhee, just a poem I think that is right...They are beautiful!