The Westering Hills

Fried quail egg—so cute!

One day, it was so warm, we put an ice cube on Colin. He left it untouched for a full five minutes.

Trixie: suspicious or content? You decide.

Gaaaah! Freaky double exposure of unknown nature.

Startled close up with paw.

Colin: comftahbuhls or dead? You decide.

Back lawn, mown and unmown.

Mowin’ with flair!

I so fell in love with the tall grass stalks, I asked Barrett if he would leave me a patch to keep growing all summer. He did.

Backyard side bed, patiently waiting for columbines, snapdragons, Canterbury bells, and delphiniums.