Missus Bones hides between the datura and the bananas.
Can you see her?
When it started raining a few weeks ago, we heard excitement in the yard, a sort of frenzy. Everyone was speaking at once, from the worms to the grass to the fruiting trees to the birds, even the snails and the stone sidewalk.
Missus Bones, however, kept her own counsel. She does not chatter.
This photo is a surrender of mine. Shortly after Easter, when Google put a picture of César Chávez on their home page to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, I grew so incensed at the Leftist effrontery that I erased most every aspect of Google from my computer, and that included Picasa.
I found a decent, free (because I am cheap) alternative called IrfanView, which I have been using since Easter. But it just ain’t the same, so I have ignored my principles and returned to Picasa. I should be ashamed of myself.
Life entails compromises, sometimes smelly ones.