Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa! Here lies the damage to the lilac spoken of yesterday in my post. I hope I didn't kill it. Elenka made me say this.
"Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa!" That early religious instruction really took root, didn't it. Leave the garden alone and let nature take her course.
ouch! crispy, crackly, crunch!
ReplyDeleteToast. Literally.
ReplyDeleteThat lilac looks dark roasted. Hope it recovers.
ReplyDeleteMaybe not killed, but injured certainly..A doctor's help is needed!
ReplyDeleteNIce, huh?
ReplyDeleteoh, that looks dreadful, birdman!
ReplyDelete"Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa!" That early religious instruction really took root, didn't it. Leave the garden alone and let nature take her course.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, that is looking a bit on the toasted side. I do hope it recovers.
ReplyDeleteI think you had a lucky escape - it could have been worse.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this is probably good for all summer, I say make it work for you, baby!
ReplyDeleteLakeland Checks In!
Oh dear....
ReplyDeleteCan it be saved?
ReplyDeleteIt does not look promising. I hope it survives.
ReplyDeleteIt looks a bit crispy. And that's what wives are for!
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