Here is a photo of our fig tree which is taking over the garden like that movie where the plant eats people. I cut it down to nothing and it came back strong. The reason why it goes so nicely is that it is in shade of the bigger tree in the next yard so it gets plenty of sun but doesn't bake.
You can also get a glimspe of the rose bush in the back that also came in really strong. I really cut it down last year. When you cut it back and really trim it then it grows back stronger than before. That works with almost everything.
I said almost Congessman Weiner.
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Weiner could have used a fig leaf.
Everybody loves a Weiner!
But where are the bunnies?
tits.
tits are a precious creation from God.
Love them, respect them, bow down to them, fondle them with care, slurp on them, enjoy watching them bounce along the avenue.
tits.
Meade said...
But where are the bunnies?
It's hard to dig burrows in concrete. Bunnies need burrows to hide from predators.
Peckers.
Precious one of a kind creations
Like assholes.
Singularly exceptional
In function and form.
Peckers.
I think ironrailsironweights would appreciate your fig tree.
Hey hey mama, what's a matter here?
He might prefer the rose. It comes back stronger than before.
MamaM said...
Peckers.
Precious one of a kind creations
Like assholes.
What about peckers that don't like assholes?
Hey hey Mama, what's the matter here?
Hey, hey chickenlittle, rare is the day when fishing in the mitten isn't fine.
What about peckers that don't like assholes
They stand alone, waiting for someone else to give them a hand?
They sing like bunnies?
They compose odes to body parts?
They obsessively repeat the same word hoping to garner a rise?
You're OK in my book MamaM
Where are the bunnies? More to the point: where are the ducks?!
"where are the ducks?!"
You mean the little peckers.
Speaking of peckers, "Bunny Mellon" is a great name, don't you think?
Bunny Mellon reminds me of the fag character in Ed Wood played by Bill Murray. What was that queen's name?
Bunny Mellon-total drag queen.
And Mamam, wow, very impressive.
We should of a poetry jam together in a small out of the way cafe that serves homemade hummus.
The name was Bunny Breckenridge and she was a real thing.
I prefer to call those types "shims".
Breckinridge, was born in Paris, France to a wealthy California family, the great-great-great-grandson of U.S. Attorney General John Breckinridge (and the great-grandson of both U.S. Vice President and Confederate general John C. Breckinridge and Wells Fargo Bank founder Lloyd Tevis).
The tale of the tree..right idea but wrong borough
I think I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree
HD, thanks, I just watched the whole thing for the first time. Very sweet.
Joyce Kilmer Forest is just over a hill or two from here. Lovely place. I like to bring my chainsaw along with me when we hike it. You wouldn't believe the looks and comments you get.
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