
The shadow knows!

The volunteers work like mad to keep all of these plants in order.

Looking for trouble.

Not sure what this is, but it looks lovely covered in dew.

Lily of the Valley, I think.

Bearded iris.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

The shadow knows!

The volunteers work like mad to keep all of these plants in order.

Looking for trouble.

Not sure what this is, but it looks lovely covered in dew.

Lily of the Valley, I think.

Bearded iris.





…shockingly strong, for a munchkin.
No, this is not a loop.




Honey lavender and, if I remember right, ginger pear. Highly recommended, right off 395 in Independence.
It’s Jo-approved!

…in chilly weather.

I think the locals call it “perched rock” or “balanced rock” or some lame thing like that. When I first saw it, I was about 3, and I dubbed it Friend Rock…I mean, look at it! Wouldn’t you want it to be your friend? It’s always been mine.

I paid too much money for a hoodie with Friend Rock on it. Worth every penny. I would have paid twice as much.

K had to set up this fancy shot, but if you zoom in, you see the dog is going ballistic (she thinks K is leaving us), and I’m screaming at her to take the @$%^ picture already.

The level’s low, but it’s still so lovely.

I’m no tracker, but I’m guessing this is deer.

Carson Peak.

Just digging around the shoreline.

Little Jo checking out the lake. She said it tasted good.

She took exception to the little ripples lapping the shore.

There’s no place like the eastern Sierras!

From the main street…

Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.

Jo staked out her safe space immediately.

8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.