Humpity Day: Tomahto…

Who’s growing tomatoes?

There are twenty tomato seedlings sucking up the sunshine in the upstairs den. Three different varieties. This was taken a few days ago when they stood five inches at the highest. Today — seven inches. We might be running a little tomato stand this summer. But I always have to take into account the demon squirrels and the pigmunks and the undead bunnies when I think about yield. I could end up with a pint of tomatoes for my effort. Just sayin’.

Here be Hump Day in all its spring color palette.

Get jiggy with it.

Elen

Humpity Day: The Evidence…

Remember when I said on Monday…

The G-Pup came home from the groomer with a micro barrette with a pink feather dangling from it clipped to her ear. Usually she comes home with a bandanna tied around her neck. I guess spring has sprung for the groomer techs. She’s clipped, fluffy, clean, and stylin’.

The evidence.

Groomers Gone Wild!

Glam overload. Time for a restorative nap.

Not bad for an old chick.

Here be Hump Day.

Glam it up, y’all.

Elen