Friday morning light on the coleus.
Mr. G, honey loves the coleus/coleuses/cole-i/whatever.
He loves them.
Each year, I try to plunk a few somewhere.
These are in a container on the potting table in the back garden.
They’re soaking up some rays this morning.
No sunscreen. Poor buggers.
What are your plans this weekend?
I’ll be wandering through the Scotiabank Buskerfest (This link has audio.) in support of Epilepsy Toronto.
What’s not to love about street performers and street artists and street food?