When I was out walking…

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.

Curse you, virus, CURSE YOU!

Not the ear-peeking instrument on the table at right. Soon the doctor came in, looked in my left ear and proclaimed: “You’ve got quite the ear infection! There’s a lot of goop!” Thus, the seemingly innocuous cold, blossomed into a 2-week (so far) adventure of partial deafness, terrifying snot, ear drops and pills.
ETA: An additional round of antibiotics later, I finally feel normal. All viruses need to die.