Cheerfully, gleefully working about the yard amid Summers nascent arrival, I spied large blooms on the trumpet vine and thought to take a picture of them for you. A closer inspection revealed a dog-sized hollow beneath the vine -so now I know where that silly dog has been sleeping to get so filthy I cant let her in the shop. This has been a trial for a week now. Perhaps I can convince that most stalwart and swarthy of men -Mr. Fashion-Incubator- to move a large rock into it. For now, Im making due with an orphan tomato cage.
As ever, below are the entries published on this site over the past six years.
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