… the grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?

I post that poem every spring,  generally along with references to the ornamental pear trees in the front yard that smell, when they bloom,  exactly like cum.    Now you have to look at the Picasa web album pictures for the pear trees (link below).

Here’s a little tree across the street, almond, I think.  I had to walk over and get pictures after I got back from the gym this morning.  They all looked so pretty, and it’s been raining for so long!  It’s almost sunny today!

Click here to see more trees.  Plus, a feral kitten.