"Hey Arthur! You are growing quickly! What would like to be when you grow up?" "An astronaut. Or maybe a D.J.," he replied. Everybody wants to be a D.J. I just want to be a drummer.

I was getting a bit worried because last April, we had crickets singing love songs every evening. This year, it's been ominously quiet. But now they are turning up in the Osteospermums by the dozens and they are growing and getting greener every day. Welcome baby katydid! Looking forward to the music of your kind!

"Daddy-O, how much do you think she'll pay us to make her potted plants look better by sitting next to them?" "Princess, we did not negotiate our contract prior to the job. Maybe we should unionize."

"Of course I'm pleased with myself. Just look at me. I'm perfect." 

"What the heck is your problem," asks Wile E. in response to the cracker yelling HBO words at him. "Alls I'm doin is standing here, minding my own business, looking for that rascally Road Runner. Why all the noise?" One day last week, after our walkies, the cracker refused to come inside. It's not like […]

I've been a bit bee-hind in posting photos and stories. What can I say? It's hard to stay vertical when you are constantly about to toss your cookies. I took this week off Lyme meds just to catch up all the things happening in the garden's macro world and the cracker and criminal's world. I […]