The title is a terrible pun on xeriscaping.
You are probably getting tired of my frequent updates today, and anyone who follows me on Facebook probably saw my in-poor-taste update about our cactus’ demise.
Apologies if it offended anyone, sometimes I don’t think (or spellcheck- yes, like that one time, Brandt) before I update my status. For the record, this is the cactus I was referring to.
His name was Cactus (pronounced cac-toose), and one day I walked into the dining room (he split his time between inside and outside, which may have been the issue) and he had withered up & keeled over, his stem broken. I’m not exactly sure what did him, but I guess he decided that Robert & I make terrible plant-parents and went the way of my Elephant bush and Basil (pronounced Baz-ill) 1, 2 and 3.
The point of this post, as hinted at with the pun title, is that I’d like to have landscaping. Stop laughing! I’m thinking the best bet is hardy grasses. Or whatever grows in the African savanna. Or a lot of mulch. And gravel. And rocks. Do you think Dots will do her business on rocks? She’s kind of a a priss. Walks around with a bee in her paw pads (no really), rolls in the dirt, and digs holes, but refuses to go out in the rain or get her paws wet. You only think I’m kidding.
I’d like something like… well, go to The Brick House’s landscape category. The End. I love this post, and I really want a firewood holder like this:
I bet Ryan could make one of these (with one hand tied behind his back) if I pleaded a lot. With cookies.
So please, help a plant-murdering girl out. What would look nice and most likely not die by a combination of the Florida heat and my lack of plant skillz?
Hernando House 