Queer

Just watched the season premiere of Queer as Folk. I have been watching this show every Saturday night for the past several weeks, trying to get caught up, and I have to admit: I love it.
Better than The L Word (go figure) — or at least Season 2 of The L Word, which did not even compare to Season 1. Which I liked well enough to watch, all in one sitting, over the course of 2 days.

Anyhoo, Queer had me laughing out loud at various points. And feeling a lil’ lump in my throat as I reminded myself, as it ended, that this is its final season.

(I’m pouting right now.)



Daisies are among my favorite flowers. Along with poppies. And sunflowers.

When I was in high school, carnations were my favorite. The perfect flowers for dances.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day the music died.

This is the hibiscus that did not get dug up and eaten:



Seems to be enjoying the indoor life, for now. (Damn squirrels!)

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