The 'Silk Road' lilies are trashed in the relentless wind gusts. Blasting, shrieking, BLASTING, gusting, shrieking, over and over, for hours and hours on end.
Well, I had a few good days. Not today. Not tomorrow.
Is that better than nothing? Or is the heartbreak more than I can bear?
Snapped at the base. Even the stake.
Fried. Trashed. Crushed. Destroyed. Shredded. And the lilies don't look too good either.
This is why we need small enclosed courtyards with high solid walls in this climate.
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