Harley and Francesca, dedicated peace activists, want the troops to come home.
See, they know how to get along despite clashing philosophies! No guns, no bombs. Just kitty goodness.
I have no idea what happened to my tomatoes. I have to start over I guess. I don’t have any soil so I’m pretty screwed until we can get some. The new moon is on May 5th so hopefully we can get some by then though I doubt it. Money coming in has to go to Dad’s memorial service.
The garlic, however, is doing pissa. Wicked f’n pissa as a matter o’ fact.
Francesca is a ham for the camera. Here I was trying to take a pick of the crocuses and she walked right into the frame.
Here she is again being her uber cute self as always.
Wolf wants to take the plow off Bessie but I’m reluctant to do so. Seems to me snow will come as soon as he takes it off so I asked him to keep the plow on until August.
Harley hanging out in the shade. It’s really warm out there however, windy. The wind makes it feel cooler than it really is. That’s good but also bad. Because we haven’t had any rain it’s really dry here. And high winds with dry Earth, that makes for brush fire season. While I’m all for letting brush fires die out on their own, I do understand how detrimental that can be to property. So I have to balance what’s more important: property of wildlife. Most times I choose wildlife but sometimes I choose property. It’s hard though.