Someone has learned how to get up into the garden beds.
This is the kind of photo that people are always taking of me: looking awkward, stuffing my face with food. Although it’s usually not anything so healthful as parsley.
So far, he’s eaten only a few mouthsful of anything I’d rather eat myself, though he has developed a troubling interest in tomato leaves.
And talk about grubby old blankets: he’s been shedding his winter coat these last few weeks, and is looking somewhat disreputable.
Mornings have become my favorite part of the day of late. So far, the sun has failed to come out of its early morning fog. A morning spent working at the computer, and now it’s Time to Go Break a Sweat. I suppose I could rearrange some flagstone. Scrape some paint. Plant the flat of four-inch perennials I picked up two weeks ago. The outdoors calls.
