I'm Too Sexy for My Pot

Wow. I tried to take a picture of my newly-acquired Hibiscus but they all came out overly-turgid, if you  know what I mean. Here's my sexy hibiscus bought from the corner store and a tiny corner of my patio.

 

A mirror I found in the garbage last week; a house plaque made in pottery class circa 1996; a street-sign that my brother swears he did not steal for me 39 years ago from a university town in southern Ontario; and in the top right  - a cat skull. Sorry, the dog found it. It's fitting.