Sorry Mom, this is all I got, just stop with the cell phone and get on with your business
Just SCROLL
Down
Down
Down
TA-Da behold Mama's Business
She was about to mop the kitchen floor and I was in my ready, get set, Go to cheer her on when she suddenly grabbed the cell and took this picture.
I said Mama no one wants to see my back side, and she said, Beau this is the first time in 36 years that i have mopped the kitchen with out Philomena hanging in the corner.
You see Mama and Hurricane Milton, murdered Philomena, and I watched her stuff the body in the trash can.
this is a photo of the kitchen from 2017
 |
Philomena is the plant in the corner, and I first hung it there in 1990 |
Mama told me she hung the plant there the 2nd year they were in this house and about 4 times since then, Daddy has repotted it when it started to look scraggly. Daddy would take it out and dump it on the ground and break in half then re-pot and hang it back up. and within a short couple of months Philomena would be gorgeous again.
Mama said to tell you she is so sorry and embarrassed to admit that during the three hurricanes in 2024, five months ago, she forgot to water it for 3 weeks. the plant thrives on 1 cup of water every Saturday morning. Part of the death was caused by all the HOT weather NO rain and Mama left the blinds open, Philomena needs LIGHT not direct sun. no water, too much sun was
The Murder Weapon
She cut it back thinking it would help but a few days ago, Philomena passed away, her leaves fell off, she was dropping rusty water things on the floor and mama declared her unable to be resuscitated.
We could continued, because some of Philomena's children live in the front yard by the porch, and could be potted in the same pot, butt she says she just can't take care of it any longer. she forgets to water it.
Children are now growing in front yard.
Mama says if she re-pots these kids and hang them in the kitchen, they will die. As you can see, she doesn't even pull weeds or get the leaves out of the bed outside.
PS from Da Mama of Beau... this frog can't die, ceramic is forever, it survived 3 hurricanes with not a scratch and it belonged to my mother, made by my Aunt Helen back in the distant 70's and moved here in 1990 from Mothers house in Savannah, Ga.
PSS from me, did you notice she found a way to steal MY selfie Sunday hoping I would no notice?