Both front and back are lush–probably the noun as well as the verb. I do have a plant I allowed to stay in long after I thought perhaps it really was a weed. There’s a grove of them, actually. They are about seven to eight feet tall with enormous leaves and lots of small tufted yellow flowers that really don’t do all that vegetation justice.
I guess this is the planting season here. It seems like a mean trick to stick some new plant out there in the cold and rain but they like the rain. I really can’t focus on this part of it—in my heart I’m not a gardener. I’m just a person who occasionally has a good day puttering in the garden. I think plants should take care of themselves.
This visit to the lighting fixture store was so overwhelming—since I also just found out I need bathroom fixtures, a bedroom ceiling fan and upstairs sconces, that I locked my keys in the car immediately upon leaving. I wasn’t even surprised. Just part of the day.