PHCD

Man, I fucking hate Mother's Day. Loathe it actually. And now let's never speak of it again.

Then again perhaps crying was good for my newly diagnosed dry eyes as the various eye drops I've been trying haven't been doing a goddamned thing. 

Ernie did give me a lovely purple columbine. That was nice. We bought a few plants here and there. Why did nobody have tarragon? I couldn't face Prairie Gardens on Mother's Day so perhaps later this week. It's a busy week and I work all weekend. Blegh. Perhaps I'm going through some sort of Post House Concert Disorder. Huh.

But there are flowers. In my yard even.