Portulaca in my backyard. I grew this! Or at least, I haven't killed it yet...
This is Lily. She's 12 and kind of awesome.
This is not my backyard, but as a side note, my brother-in-law built a stonehenge in his backyard before he moved. It's still there. But this is the real Stonehenge.
Still Stonehenge. Still not my backyard.
No, but it's the Queen's front yard. Or garden, technically.
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