But for Asclepias tuberosa, the saying holds true: first year — sleeps, second year — creeps, third year — leaps.
Might I add that this is NOT true for the Boxhound, who is now officially a threenager:
(Still cute, tho’)
Other notable things, which I forgot until suddenly I remembered:
June 18 marks our third year of homeownership!
Which continues to be amazing, primarily because it means NOT handing over most of my pay to a slumlord in exchange for the dubious privilege of sleeping in a structure that may or may not legally qualify as a dwelling.
Also, today is my work anniversary; I have been at my job for SEVEN YEARS, which — in the world of folk ballads, at least — either means that I have already paid or else owe a tithe to hell, I forget which. Perhaps both!