Daisy, the 10lb wonder, decided that she needed this pvc pipe I laid behind the firebush bed (don’t ask me why; it’s not mine).
First she had to dig a nice hole to be able to get under it..
Success!
I just thought it was cute. But then, I would.
She’s twelve, is Queen Daisy. And not happy with the picture taking. Or the cutting of the hairs. After her haircut I’ll have to lug her majesty to the vet for a mani/pedi.
Untouched in any way… and yes, my ficus hedge is dying a pitiful death. Still.
The guys want $800 to drag them out but I figure my pulling the dead up one at a time is cheaper.
Anyway, I was excited to receive the new phone yesterday; my Christmas gift from Mike!
Love the way it treats light and shadow… each seem to be in balance, the shadow neither too dark nor the light garish/blown out.
I don’t know that it can replace my Canon, but we’re going to have fun, this phone and I.
We’re almost directly in the path of hurricane Dorian. (I’m sorry, but I hate that name – I call the storm Dorian Gray)
I’ve been in Florida since 1992, with a rather quick sabbatical in Texas in 1996. The state stopped surprising me after hurricane Andrew ripped my roof off… in 1992. You’d think I’d turn around and leave the way I came after that welcome, but no. Of course not. I never learn.
Several hurricanes later and I’m going through that old routine… and hating every minute of it. What used to be exciting and sometimes terrifying has simply become a major pain in my ass.
All this is to say… someone please send some gas down here so I can power the generator long enough to make coffee.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
James Thurber
He looks as if he’s made of glass. Might as well be…
We had just finished a brushing/combing session when I took these, which is why hair is EVERYwhere.
Sometimes I just need to look at green. Weird, right? To me it’s even more soothing than blue.
Guess it’s a good thing I’m completely surrounded by the stuff.
