Huh?

I am having one of those dull, fuzzy in the membrane days. I am just barely here this morning and the coffee ain't workin' no more... (sing that bit country twang style).

The cotton is in a fighting mood. Yesterday I wanted to start a new dishcloth and the ball decided it did not want to play nicely.

I got it untangled and started anyway. I win again. Good thing I don't mind games like "Find the End" and "Follow that Thread".

I have no gardening mojo this year. Fortunately my yard doesn't know that. It gave me a ton of flowers anyway. My meadow is getting more and more colourful everyday.

Even in the back forty where the grass is a bit too thick for the Devil's Paintbrush, there are flowers. Honeysuckle. Apollo would eat it if he could. Foolish mutt.

Have you ever seen a purtier property line?