Here it is, the last of my lantana pictures. Does that make you happy or sad?

AND THIS: Apparently I forgot to tell everyone what the not-a-tennis-ball was. It’s one of those balls you put on the legs of a walker to help it slide across the floor more smoothly.

April 15, 2019 — Irvine, California

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