Fanks Folks for all your nice comments on our porch and flowers. I do not know how momma got those blue bottles to grow, she is not sharing her secret, but I fink the bottle had something in them before she planted them, and a bunch of peoples stopped by and drank it up....well that is my theory...apparently for them to be planted and grow, humans must be loud, laugh a lot, and act a little stooped.
Also, last night my momma's youngest daughter, Kody's husband Cody (yes you are reading that right) stopped by while my DAD WAS AT WORK and redid Alcatraz to make it more secure and a little bigger. It was hotter than **# outside (105 heat index) but after two hours they were all done. Then mom stewed around all night about what our Dad would say. See Dad hates change. He can tell when Mom moves his stuff a fraction of an inch, and always tells her about it, so imagine how he would feel about a different fence. It doesn't even matter that it is better and safer, but it means CHANGE. Mom was afraid he would fall over it in the dark so she fretted around.
Finally he got home around 10 and asked who did the fence. Mom took all the blame but he did not believe her. He actually did not say much bad things, until around 2 in the morning, when he woke Mom up and said it is much BIGGER (its not all that much bigger) and how are we supposed to get the lawn mower through the little gate. Ummmm....Mom had not thought of that, guess she will have to weed eat it. Mom doesn't get all shook up about this stuff, she calls minor cos in her life she has had to deal with some major stuff. That teaches you a life lesson. Anyways we will take a picture of our new fence and post it soon.
Stay cool today, Margaret Mae
P.S. Stella Rose tried to bite Dad again when he got ready to put her to bed, I fink she was sick of his mouth....bahhahahahahha.....