Dog gone

Wiping down the outside of the front door, I found a large paw-print at eye level. There's a black-and-white, blue-eyed dog that roams around here from time to time. One of these days, I'm going to attach a note to his collar: "Next time I see this dog, I'm going to keep him."

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Some things are blooming.

 

The oxalis has survived in the lawn. Have to dig up the roots before Mr. Reed's crew cuts them down.