Seasonal Affective Order.

Those of you who know me IRL are well aware that unlike most other Portlanders, I am not a gardener. My typical approach to all growing things is one of malign neglect.

But today, there was a convergence of factors: the weather, my (sadly infrequent) desire not to look at a computer screen, and a gentleman informing me that one of the plants on the parking strip was so overgrown that those wishing to park in front of the house were forced to do so pretty much in the exact middle of the street.

So I did some pruning.

This happens about once a year

I saved a little of the rosemary.

Rosemary, Me

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