relatives for table arrangements was the breaking point. As it stands now, we humans are losing the war. Our only hope is they will be kinder to us than we were to them.
Unless winter comes quickly this year . . .
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The flowers are rebelling. Their revolution is led by the militant chrysanthemums. We should have seen it coming, but flowers had always seemed to be our friends. I suppose the various weed killers over the years irritated them, to say nothing of planting them in tight window boxes. I would guess that clipping their friends and
relatives for table arrangements was the breaking point. As it stands now, we humans are losing the war. Our only hope is they will be kinder to us than we were to them. Unless winter comes quickly this year . . . Comments are closed.
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