Thursday, September 29, 2022

There is trouble until the robins come

I regret to inform you that I found something in my back yard this morning that reminded me of the thing with teeth incident of 2016Reader, it was a squirrel's tail with no squirrel attached to it. Now I will definitely live in fear of coming across its other body parts when I'm gardening. Mark is being way too reassuring: "No, it definitely ran off." WITHOUT ITS TAIL? IT RAN OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE'S BACK YARD, TAILLESS?

Right before I encountered the tail, I was delightedly following a butterfly, like a character in a David Lynch movie.

Compost bouquet.

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