Another day in the Trump-land comes to a close…

On a happier note – the wild child garden box is busting out all over with flowers.

Tomorrow’s gardening chores: a little weeding in the weed lot and staking up the garden box. 

The Orange Lord. He is winning. He is wearing me down. I am becoming inured to his behaviour. I find myself hoping that if I just close my eyes it will all go away. As a dear sister friend says – Hope is not a plan. 

So what exactly can one little old lady do? I’ll let you know if I ever figure this one out. 

My county has been stolen by a reality tv star. I am so glad Carlton did not live to see this. He would not have been surprised. He would have said, have you forgotten The St Louis? How about Manzanar? And Bloody Sunday? 

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