Garden Vistas

 Vistas, such as they are. Hard to find anything like a "vista" in this neck of the woods, where there are no woods, no rivers to speak of, pitiful excuses for lakes, no elevation differences of any consequence, and, worst of all: no rain! No rain no rain no rain. No rain in over three months? No prospects of any rain in any extended forecast? The high plains of Texas. Yeehaw. It's desolation row.

In times like these, such desolation and drought seem appropriate. 

When your country is ruled and controlled by vipers, every additional bit of desolation fits right in, making a consistent picture. The fact that those vipers are also stupid and crazy and corrupt in varying degrees certainly does not help.

More GARDEN Stuff!

As the "American Dream" turns into a uniquely American nightmare. 

 Isn't it time for all the racist trash to be raptured away? Anything to get rid of them...

Yes, let the racists and other bigots get wafted away, to enjoy their "rewards". Heh. Heh.

Sunflowers

 The sunflowers won't be around much longer. Sort of like life as we knew it, before covid and the trumpian death cult. Denial and ignorance don't haul no ass, in the real world. In the real world, denial is lethal, wishful thinking is poison, and ignorance kills-- in the REAL world, where the laws of nature rule with an iron fist, and human lives and human "rights" don't mean squat. You either understand and respect those laws, or, quickly or slowly, you die. Civilizations die. Cultures die. Entire SPECIES die. 

Of course, we're all going to die anyway, but why be a jerk about it? 

Jerks have no honor. Jerks have no dignity. Honor, dignity, and even integrity, might actually mean something. No honor, no dignity, and no integrity in the trump cult, that's for sure.

Late Stage Garden

 Really in decline now. Pretty much end of season for sunflowers but the heat and drought didn't help.

Next year I'd really like to plant corn, and maybe watermelons if I can get some additional space cleared.

Maybe it'll be less dry next year. 

Life In The Car Wash

 Not much of a life.

Drink you, of the healing stream! 

You must go, to where the chrome doth gleam! 

Drink deeply, of that healing stream!

Scribbled obscenities are embraced in arms of light!

And that's the end of this car wash series. Next, more garden and then a lot more Lubbock.

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