I’m not French, but I’m horrified by violence.
So I decided I would try to post photos of flowers for the next several days. Not just any flowers – flowers that are blooming despite being surrounded by death (more specifically, the flowers in my nearly dead garden following the irrigation scandal of 2016).
Like this little trooper:
The world needs more flowers. And fewer assholes.
This is what happens when a well-intentioned friend tries to water the garden but turns the irrigation off instead:
Lots of dead tomatoes, peppers and zinnias. And me with a sad face.
On the upside, the cucumbers weathered the drought. So yay, cucumber plants. (Some of the herbs made it as well.)
This one opened yesterday, in 112 degree weather. Go figure.