Mowing neighbours and new goodies — 2 Comments

  1. Sad, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty needs a cuddle! (In that order. I hope I got the right number of pretties or I may have just suggested you cuddle a flower.) My dad used to regularly mow my mom’s attempts at Sun Flowers, no matter how many times she told him they were there or what she did to try to protect them. I think it was intentional. 😉

  2. If you put a comma after the last “pretty” I won’t be cuddling a flower.

    I used to have a daylily in the back yard that Mom would always mow. I came home one day to a crudely fashioned cross made of long grass and twigs.

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