Sometimes I use the garden to escape from all the "greatness" the loony toon buffoon has bestowed upon us. One can only stomach so much of that "greatness".
Our dearly beloved leader flails like a decapitated chicken, and greatness splatters everything.
Ahhh! Greatness! So great.
Watering just won't cut it when it's this hot and this dry, for so long. Of course, nature doesn't give a crap about my garden, just as it didn't give a crap about that idiot trumptard wall-- Hanna blew a chunk of it down. Good work, there. Nature has no respect for fools and the work of fools. Of course, nature has no respect for anything, really. Confronting the forces of nature, humanity is roadkill. Good to know.
Stay healthy.
Well, more of this still go go, and maybe soon I can get some more pics of other stuff.
Playa lakes drying up. No rain, no rain, no rain.
Hot and dry.
Dry and hot. Par for the course. It'll be good to get past July. It was a really hot and parched month.
As easy as possible when you're living in a poorly made dystopian Sci-Fi pot boiler. Implausible characters and a trite plot. All we need now is for Rodan and The Mysterions to make an appearance. Don't forget Godzilla.
THE STAND was a fine novel, a real page-turner. This pandemic is clumsy piece of plagiarism by comparison. And yet, it is all too real. And the bad guys are all too real. When life imitates art, it does it crudely.
A Category 5 hurricane would be a good approximation of Godzilla, I guess... maybe later in the season?
Peaceful!
Same old same old. Some of the barn cats are not keen on human beings. I can't blame them.
More of this next time.
