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My place actually looks ok today. Had the lawn cut and planted 12 flowers in the pots that act as floral sentries on the steps. I went with orange and white this year. Orange for the sunny outlook and white for cold reality. Morrissey would be proud. Oh, and lest we not forget the brown dirt in my hands that put me in reincarnated heaven as I dug out the old and planted anew. Cigarette butts in said dirt not withstanding.