. . . Six months later, up the tulips rise from the warming ground. They are so colorful, beautiful, a wonderful reminder of the promise of Spring. Now stay away deer, at least until they are almost finished with their glory.
Our beautiful sugar face Daisy Mae was wandering around and sniffing to her heart's delight on a cool autumn morning, and I caught a frame when she stopped to watch her sister do something spazzy. That sister was puppy Ginger running back and forth among the bushes, of course.