Fish in my pond that aren't goldfish. How does that happen?
Weather--every day--some sun, some wind (always), some monsoon rains, snow, hurricane winds, thunder and lightning, hot, cold. Can anyone say "Ohio."
Getting old. Outside most of the week working--if messing around with flowers and flower beds can be called working. Didn't get nearly enough done. Certainly not anything near what I wanted to get done. Bags of soil that used to be "nothing" or now groans. "You're seventy, old man. Admit it." Nope.
Yuk. First tick.
Ugh--six more weeks of possible frost. Everything is gorgeous now. Will it be a spring without a summer?
Beauty, everywhere. Have a look!
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