Gourds
My parents' precious gourd. Just sprayed Provado on them tonight, and praying that the plant doesn't die. I'll be skinned alive if anything happens to it.
I'm infatuated with the idea of using colours to protray situations and those feelings tagged along with it. Oh, for now anyway .. till I find something new to like. And then again, the diary title tells so much. Pessimism? Do feel free to drop any notes, anytime - just want to say that they are appreciated!
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