Dear Plumeria, I ripped you out of the ground because you wouldn't bloom and looked terrible, then left you to shrivel in the heat and rot in the mud. Then your shriveled branches were in my way, so I stuck you in a pot of dried up worn-out potting mix until I could get to the trash to dump you. Water? No! Yet you proceed to sprout a mass of healthy foliage that you were never able to produce in a prime spot in the ground. How dare you!
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Then you bloomed.
Dear Plumeria, despite your poor attitude, today you are the gold at the end of my rainbow.
Speaking of poor attitudes, Boris prefers his tennis ball to Plumeria flowers.
He spent the day snarfing tomatoes off the kitchen counter and chowing them down. Easier to chew than Tennis Ball.
I survivor of deliberate neglect definitely deserves a tribute :) lovely bloom!
ReplyDeleteSurvivors always deserve a nod.
DeleteHow dare it be so rude. Lovely flower though.
ReplyDeleteWhen you are that good looking, you can get away with anything.
DeleteOooh, so nice! Still waiting for my small Plumerias to bloom. Next year I hope.
ReplyDeleteI loved your story about the plumeria. Hugs for the dogs.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend Hoover
No more hugs, they are spoiled rotten as it is! ;^)
DeleteBoris is the man.
ReplyDeleteHe thinks so!
DeleteHah! This is the lovely, miraculous, but totally annoying thing about gardening. Better Boris eats tomatoes than Plumeria blossoms!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure he's willing to try a blossom, I'm just not willing to give him one.
DeleteI bet it had the unmitigated temerity to smell good, too! You keep making up these stories about naughty dogs when it is quite obvious from those gorgeous brown eyes that those puppies are totally innocent.
ReplyDeleteYes, it had that typical heavenly Plumeria scent. Innocent?!? Hah!
Deletethat will teach you!.....how dare you give up on family hahahaha.congrats
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