Sunday, June 29, 2014

Summer, Glorious Summer




 

     Everything is coming up roses, because it rained!



      Roses aren’t the only thing that bloomed.


   The yucca is doing just fine.   And the grass.




And the compost pile.


Lots of great scenery.





     Afternoon callers (or is that crawlers?)



     Well, he doesn’t belong in the rhythm band—no maracas on his tail, so I guess he is welcome, maybe.  It takes all kinds to make a world.  It wouldn’t be politically correct to grab a shovel and send him packing.  We must work to overcome our prejudices.  I think I made him nervous.  He zipped into the first hole he could find, the rain downspout.  We’ll find out if he managed to exit the downspout the next time it rains.
     Well, all’s well that ends well.





1 comment:

  1. That guy is huge! I guess better the downspout than the basement, right?

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