Why, thank you. That would be a dead jellyfish.
Sweet.... that's ten, right?
Yes, that's ten.
Do you live near the beach?
I didn't do much for Easter weekend because my ankle is hurt. Someone left a pink Easter bag for my daughter on our front steps, but I don't even know who to thank for it.
I fucking HATE shit like that! It happens here sometimes. We live on a corner that is amazingly landscaped, so people "know us" that we have never met.
(I am probably guilty, because I welcome all gardeners to take things from my own garden and I give freely everyone with questions the knowledge of a lifetime of study, regarding such pursuits.)
Why the fuck do we make these lines in the sand then wish we had drawn them farther away!?!