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News from the garden. I just bought something called a tree fern.

Found dumped in a small clearing of trampled grass between the lake shore and the highway:

“Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed...

It started out daintily enough and turned into sybaritic debauch. In other words, it was my kind of party.

On my way to the grocery store yesterday I noticed a small red spider hanging in the crack between the driver’s side window frame and the window...