Gretchen left these plants locked inside, but while she wasn’t looking they escaped.
They’ll have to go back inside tomorrow; freeze predicted. Continue reading
There are two paths you can go on. Also two dogs.
Actually, four dogs, but the other two already ran ahead.
Fortunately, Gretchen had some compressed air.
The dogs wondered what I was doing creating a dust storm on the porch.
Also I swapped the laptop’s memory for twice as much, and now it doesn’t hang several times a day like before, even with google-earth-pro, facebook, google drive, wordpress, and about forty other things in tabs.
That’s less than half of the sugar cane on the bed when Gretchen wondered, “What was I thinking?”
Nervous Nellie thought it was great fun, running up and down the cane bed as I was digging it. The other dogs got bored and went home.
Gretchen cut almost all of the cane with her machete. (She didn’t approve of my axe.) Continue reading
My chair is occupied.
I don’t remember leaving a napkin on my porch chair. I think Honeybun has a flight attendant.
Despite how it sometimes seems, the porch dogs do from time to time stop barking and just lie quietly on their beds. In this case both on the same bed, because Yellow Dog was in residence.
Don’t worry, there are actually four beds, one for each dog, if they want them.
Cleanly, those porch dogs are. After a walk, Honeybun stuck her head under the bathwater and paddled furiously. Nervous Nellie seemed more inclined to get a drink.
Yes, that’s beautyberry, Callicarpa americana, around the dog beauty bath.