spring is in the air

The trees are mating inside my nose.  If not for a daily dose of loratidine, I’d be absolutely miserable — and I usually am so during the first couple hours while awaiting its effects.

My spider plants have begun to wilt from neglect.  As known by those familiar with their species’ hardiness, that’s a lot of neglect.  They received a welcome drink today.

The ficus is dead, Jim.  It’s ready to begin its new life as an V-BAFM (Vegetative Ballistic Anti-Fratboy Missile).