These flowers have been blooming for weeks.
I can’t remember their name. Their stalks, not pictured here, are very primitive, looking like horsetails with appendages. No one ever need call me a horticulturist.
So, I’m painting today, yesterday, and tomorrow. I’m painting the exterior side of the garage next to the cactus garden where these flowers live.
There’s only a tiny space to walk, prep the wall and paint. I had vision of an actual painter bumbling through there with a ladder and destroying plants like these, and my cactus with hair. No, I can’t remember those cactus names either.
The good news is we have sun, and it is warm enough by 1pm to actually paint. The bad news is I still have the flu. This is the 9th day. I started ignoring it yesterday, so I must be getting better. Though I do have half a mind to go to the post office and cough all over those people, I am currently refraining. I may do it today though if I finish early. The last debacle with them is worthy of them catching the flu from me and suffering through box loads of Kleenex.