They finished the back yard yesterday, this morning it was 80 degrees at nine am.
Coincidence? I think not.
Fuss was in fine form. He started the day off right, rolling a watermelon into the living room chanting "Bite! Bite! Bite!" and ended it with a shrieking, convulsive bedtime fit that lasted off and on until midnight.
If only the people who ask "why do you call him Fuss, he's always so well behaved!" could witness the glory. We should try and capture it on video for posterity.
He was much more sanguine about his beloved pots being filled up with soil and plants than I expected. Maybe he was just distracted by his exciting new hobby, digging holes in the bark groundcover? Time will tell.
The yard turned out almost comically well. I'll post pix later.
Facebook has been my go-to site for photos lately, more for the cost (free) than the audience (much larger than this blog). But the quality sux and FB's recent privacy antics have fouled my reservoir of good will so I may be migrating back to Flickr. Stay tuned.
I think everyone is going to the pool while I swelter at work, where even the downtown lunatic turnout has been suppressed by the heat. I'm getting by dreaming of a welcoming wall of coastal fog this evening.
We'll see if global warming cooperates.
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