Wow. While not the best photo ever, I love the detail of the wing. Didn’t want to take it in full sun (note the white bars on the wings) but still!
Daisy’s Favorite Thing
Daisy working on her chewy… other than chicken necks, this is her favorite.. Probably because it lasts longer.
And my first Lost Ocean page. Huzzah!
Bougainvillea
It must be Spring!! The avocado trees are blooming, the plumeria is leafing and yes, even the bougainvillea has awoken.
Owl Creek*
Badger hates having her picture taken. She thinks it steals her soul or something, so if she knows the camera is pointed at her it’s a full snark situation.
Here she almost can’t believe the thing is after her again.
I think you can judge this expression for yourself:
And she’s such a sweet, happy girl otherwise. Oh, well.
Daisy, on the other hand, could care less. Or she doesn’t have the brain power to realize what is transpiring.
*No idea; just wanted to write it.
I Don’t Have a Playlist for Thursdays
I do for Tuesdays.
The man is working on something. A cooler; I don’t know. He’s doing something with fiberglass.
I love his hands. That is all.
Daisy on the sofa. Just because she’s so damn cute.
And I threw a big ‘ol clove of garlic into a pot and it put down roots. We’ll see what happens next.
That’s basically my day. Must return to cleaning now. Ta!
I Call Her Lady Nubsly
…when we watch Downton Abbey.
It fits, I think.
Monday Morning
No, it’s not a sitrep sort of thing. Well, kind of.
I continued to work on the hedge this weekend. Well, Sunday. All that’s left is the lily bed and to plant more ivy.
Hi there!
Hope you all like looking at me as much as I like looking at you. Which is not at all. That huge green wall made so much difference. Like it was my own secret garden.
Well, with dog shit.
Nothing’s perfect.
I hate living on a postage stamp.
Going, Going…
Gone. I hope you’re happy asshole, because now you’ll see every move the dogs and I make in the back…
It’s down now; I just have to do cleanup. What a mess.
I feel nekkid.
The plants themselves are nearly dead… maybe I should replant? Should it be confederate ivy again or something else?
Would it surprise anyone to know that I’ve been standing out there in the middle of it all, staring at that house? You reap what you sow…
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