The answer, of course, is, “It’s your fault if something happens because no one will do anything about the wild predator coming over your wall to eat your pet.”
Beautiful succulents.
White irises.
Little free library with an excellent selection of kids books. I know this because I’ve donated quite a few.
Alfie, waiting for her friend Mr. Toes to come at her by sticking his feet under the fence. Judging from their size, this dog is as big as a Clydesdale.
Lovely geranium mix.
Alfie’s quite the rebel. And yes, I always pick up after her.
…that I live in a place full of flowers, big skies, and barns! And it’s not just a hiking path behind a strip mall with a house that looks like a barn in the distance.
Birdman by Steven L. Rieman. The “wing” structures are supposed to move, but they didn’t catch a breeze that morning. Looks kind of angelic to me. I like it!
(X)ofmanychildren by Roberto Visani. Are the figures smooching, or back to back? I like it!
Scorpion by Colin Selig. Why an angry scorpion? What couldn’t it have been a scorpion in a good mood? Pass.
Bunnyhenge escapee…
A Novel Idea by Craig Gray. Too bad you can’t sit on it like a real bench.
Prey by Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson. Mr. and Mrs. F covered this entire thing in coins. I kid you not. It’s made of money.
The immortal and iconic Bunnyhenge.
David by Miggy Buck. Perhaps “cankles” would have been a better name, not that I’m anyone to judge.
Talking Heads by Oleg Lobykin. Shiny! I like it!
Alfie loves nothing more than soaking up local culture, ‘cuz she’s sophisticated like that.