Southern Gothic battles with connective tissue, autoimmune disorders, and the ravages of age.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Scilla me
I have blue pots out front that I planted Scilla in last year. One teensy flower is blooming now and a herd of green stems. I hope I get more blue with all that green. Love those little blue flowers to pieces.
Elderly, crotchety. Formerly nice person and great humanitarian. Nowadays, decades of dealing with Ehlers-Danlos and its varied and never ending sequelae have left me in poor physical shape and downright mean at times. Still a rocking good cook, even if I do have to sit down the whole time, though.
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