Afterwards, I stopped by Hardware Hank's across the street to add a small cultivator to my minimalist gardening hand tool collection and pick up something for the geriatric rosebush outside my back door. I'm not a gardener, but the rosebush and a companion with cream roses have been here longer than any current resident and survived two years with me. Time to step up my game.
That's outside the back door. In front, where Doña Catrina holds court over ornamental animals -- yellow and blue pig, red chicken, several butterflies and an owl -- and an enameled metal sunflower, I'm growing Kali tragus (tumbleweed) out of contrariness. That's the same reason I decorated a tumbleweed for Christmas. The porch posse, self-appointed gatekeepers of Manor norms, told me I shouldn't and that (misnamed) "Russian thistles" were inappropriate. I guess they didn't read the t-shirt. Anyway, that's another story.
Another stop and home again to feed the roses, myself and then take an afternoon nap.
Post-March slicing moved from daily to weekly with Tuesday slices. Same submission schedule. A Late Night Slicer and perennial procrastinator by habit and inclination, I quit worrying and embraced my inner owl and free for all blogging by the seat of my pants. Sometimes it turns out better than others. Whatever your writing clock and blogging tendency, slice and share any or every Tuesday. Read today's Tuesday slices here.