Elegant Bumgabilia of in My Yard
Written by Teresita Blanco (The Artsy Sister)
I decided to take another elegant photo of my Bumgabilia. The flower is actually in the neighbor’s yard. One of its arm is over my garden. This is part of the reason why I wanted to consider this flower as part of my garden. If I see it over my yard, it belongs to me.
This is an American rule. I am just joshing you. I am just making up things as I go. I wanted my garden to look quite beautiful. I am just trying hard and the like. Lately, we have a new rule around the edges. If we see a bad weed, we are going to remove it.
The last time we left them it turned into a big problem. You keep putting things off and in a month, you have an entire mound. I took care of this problem last week. It has been two days and the bad weeds are starting to rise up. At least the rose looks quite beautiful indeed.
It is in the progress of opening. Every time I head out, it makes me quite happy around the edges. I am a little mellowed out around the edges. I went to the gym yesterday. I was going to try racking the leaves, but I am a little tired around the edges.
As before, I am taking way too many flower photos. It is a bit of a phase that started this year. A couple of years ago, I used to take photos of Miami Beach. Since we have not gone there in like forever, then I no longer take beach photos. I have more than enough of them circulating as all.
I think they all look pretty much the same. The beach was only interesting when it was raining or close to hurricane time. This week some weirdo is going to visit our house. He looks like an Amish guy, except that he is from Cuba. He acts like a happy go lucky fellow.
He is the type of good humored person you despise right away. I am not too keen on having visitors, let alone people from my home country. Just as before, mother is imposing annoying people into our house. Then again, she does live here as all.
I just don’t like people visiting, and annoying me with their presence. As of lately, I am only keen on flowers and dolls. Both do not talk or move about much. They are just there, looking pretty.
I know it makes me sound anti-social as all, but one can only tolerate enough fools before you swear off the majority of people for good. It has been ages since I met a new fellow whose company I could tolerate. I think this is about it as far as my nonsense is concerned.
