Ali is a sun-worshipper. I got up this morning at a very early hour. The sun had not yet risen but Ali heard me pottering around and came down. As I sat on the patio watching the sun slowly move in my direction to warm my old cobbled bones, I glanced behind me to find my dear old dog, asleep on a sack of coal. This is the ugliest part of my house but the first place that the sun hits. You learn something new everyday if you get up early enough.
It is where we throw the coffee grinds, the dead blooms and the bodies…
Oh the bodies.
There are more under the deck.
I could fit more bodies inside my newly painted bbq.
Pink hides a multitude.
So, I like this.
Ali has now moved onto our carefully tended lawn.
I am ignoring American politics – otherwise, I will swing for the turtle.