Murderflower

After going to God knows how much effort to get my morning glories to grow...I have been challenged again. This time, by Murderplant.

Murderplant is the name I have given to the plants that have sprung up in my planters. It does not resemble anything I planted, but this did not bother me originally, because it was leafy and green, and I'm a sucker for that. Then the Murderplants began killing my morning glories.

Murderplants grow, innocent-seeming, and then shoot out tendrils. These tendrils are not for climbing because I have tried and failed to get them to twine around the wrought iron railing. They refuse. However, as soon as they encounter another plant (specifically, my morning glories) their tendrils curl quickly around it (*for a plant) and strangle off the stem they are encircling.

Damn Murderplants. I really don't know how to make them peaceful.

Also, I saw the absolute sweetest thing today at the library. Remember, in Las Vegas, the parking lots are much bigger than they are back east. It takes me more than a full minute to get to my car fram the front doors at a brisk walk. It's actually two minutes at the leisurely walk which was my pace this morning. So I had plenty of time to watch an elderly couple that had parked in the bark row, a few cars away from me.

They both had completely white hair (from what I could tell of the man's; he was wearing a baseball cap), and they both had to be at least 80. The man was walking with the aid of a cane and holding the woman's hand. When they got close to their car, she dropped his hand, but he continued to walk around to the passenger side (which was the longer walk) and then opened the door for the woman, before walking back around to driver's side.