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Charlie near a tender shoot

 My Charlie, 2 and a half years old.
In honor of Mother's Day, and spending a year in a new house, and putting up a shed, and clearing off the screened-in porch, and having Josh's parents visit us for the first time in Florida, Josh and I went to Lowe's and bought some hanging plants for the porch.  We talked about buying a jasmine plant- and had decided that we would wait- and then saw this big, beautiful mandevilla plant.  Impulsively, we bought it and put it in the ground, and then read that it cant survive temperatures under 50 degrees.  Now- that kind of cold is probably a good seven months in our future, but I still feel like this was a poor purchase.  If there are too many pictures of the mandevilla, blame it on its overly sensitive structure. 

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Abigail said…

Ah, Charlie, you little brown berry at two and a half. What a delightful (and exhausting) age! If you post more pictures of Charlie, I won't nag you about the missing mandevilla documentation.

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