For my birthday I received, among other things, a beautiful and dramatic summer storm. It bathed the garden in a strange golden glow, and caused a cheeky poltergeist to frolic with joyous abandon on the lawn.
A Canadian living in Texas learning slowly, slowly about dirt and plants and trees and what grows and probably more frequently, what doesn't... and wishing that gardening would count for exercise.
And now, I have to leave my beloved garden and start jogging up and down to the Acropolis every day. At least I'll have the exercise thing covered.
Now back in Austin, and finding out what it's like to live with TWO cats....