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.