i can't get enough of these trees. i know i am not the only one. they are just so pretty. i hate that they only last for a few weeks. i wish they stuck around all year. i will probably never be a gardner/lawn carer type of person. so when this tree in our front yard blooms, i imagine that i feel pretty close to how a gardner must feel when their hardwork pays off. proud. honored. delighted....
yet, i didn't plant this tree, i don't own this duplex, and i have only lived here for a year. those are all just minor details though, right? i still think i am gonna take the credit for it. cool? oh and when the flowers fall off? not my fault. i'll blame it on sean. he does all the yard work.
oh, check out my dads cool scar.
he looks awesome. he looks like a bad A. i mean he has a freaking fu manchu moustache. well, almost.
he feels alright. getting better by the day.
he sounds like Batman. it's awesome. i am secretly convinced that he is and got injured in combat. this whole "surgery" thing is just a decoy/cover up. it's okay dad.
you can admit you are a super hero.
