I know just how Little Purple Owl feels…
That look when you realize that Christmas is almost here…
Category: home
How she suffers…
Poor, uncared-for Alfie.
Let the El Nino begin!
Here’s to another rainy winter! A toast!
An orb weaver’s work is never done…
By day… (#17)
…or night… (#18)
Dear friends, old and new…
Friends from New Zealand!
I dropped my credit card under the table. You don’t want to know what else was down there. Or under the seat cushion. You just don’t.
Alfie gave her approval.
Adorable Alfie
“Where’s my adoring fan club from New Zealand?”
“When’s that pitbull next door coming outside? I want to taunt it into a frenzy!”
“Oh, I know you like to sit here. But you see, I don’t care.”
“I hate the stupid Pacific Air Show more than anything. Even going to the vet.”
Currently blooming…
Four o’ clocks…
Black-eyed susan vine taking over the house…
Some daisies and borage in the background…
Butterfly bush…
There’s not a lot, but what’s there is looking good.
Someone’s feeling her oats…
She’s got a stomach full of chicken and kibble and she’s ready to rock.
Alfie’s such a goof.
The garden guardian’s fancy eyewear…
Looking stylish, as always, Mr. Owl!
A wee bit early for Halloween…
It’s called a Li’l Pum-kee-mon. No joke.