Green, rainy morning. German girl and the lab still sleeping. Only myself, the cat and a fly are up. The fly appears to have moved in.
I'm in a Sunday morning frame of mind. I'm dividing my time between the New York Times, blog reading, heavy coffee consumption and wandering around the wet garden taking an occasional picture and pulling a weed or two. Echinacea already? Grapes pre squirrels. Someone's nest. Hope you're not homeless.
It's so quiet.
It never looks this good when I water with a hose. It takes the heavens to do the job right.