I’m attentively watching as our friend, Mike, is “escorting” practically all our weeds to the burn pile. I was beginning to think they would swallow us all:
I wish you wouldn't stick your head so far down in that hole, Luna. You might not be able to pull it out:
Good morning, “Dad.” Those two dots on your nose certainly set you apart:
RC is having breakfast in Stormy’s stall:
“A change is as good as a rest.” 🐎