With the five-year drought now putting SoCal (and pretty much everything west of the Rockies) on severe water restrictions, the front yard is looking dodgy and brown.
Our hero abides. It doesn’t bloom all the time, but every week or two it will pop off another flower just to either:
- Flip off the human race for completely screwing up the planet
- Give the human race (at least, this member) a shot of inspiration
- Both of the above
Hang in there little white weed flower. I might be needing you there more than you can imagine, and that’s only going to get more true by the day I suspect.