Welcome.

It was a pleasure to welcome a new day.

It is good to be alive.

Tangles.

Tangles of twigs, set against a striking sunset.

Stick.

There are many sticks in the world. This is my stick, therefore this is the best stick in the world.

It is rough . . .

. . . being a dog in our home. Sometimes you have to sleep on the back of the couch.

Although I copyrighted this photo, Faye gets all the credit for taking it.

Ball girl, redux.

Fortunate.

I was fortunate to be outside when this faint rainbow appeared this morning, otherwise I would have missed its subtle beauty.

A tired dog is a good dog.

Worth sharing.

While reviewing and archiving photos, came across this, one of the first photos of Stella way back in 2004, who has gone on ahead.  It seemed to be worth sharing.

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Golden girl.

Our golden girl.

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The tomato patch.

The three Chocolate Cherry Tomatoes we planted have been more successful than we anticipated. We have picked more than a dozen pints’ worth so far and have many more pints’ worth on the way.

WordPress is not allowing me to upload the photo. Imagine a jungle of three plants, six feet tall by six feet wide. Imagine crawling on elbows and knees into the jungle, looking for ripe tomatoes. This is the happy problem we have.