There’s something wrong with this picture.

The weeds are thriving in this harsh, boiling, Oklahoma August heat.

I might even use the word lush to describe my weed garden.
(Please excuse the busted up siding. It’s a part of my trashiness that I’ve just embraced.)

On the other hand, here are my flowers.

They were a lovely purple shade at some point in their lives. Of course the lovely greenery in the picture is weeds.

I really have a way with gardening.

The saddest part of this all? I’m too lazy to do anything about it.

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