Be Still My Beating Heart!

Well, he did it. The grey one. He scalped the back yard. All those tender greens (I think I heard him call them weeds) are gone and everything else has been hacked to the ground. To look at it, you'd think a herd of goats had been grazing here.

That was Sunday. Here it is Wednesday and I'm just checking in to see if there's enough new growth to sustain me. Well, and to check my email.

Nervous Tick #1: No, GeneBob, I don't do the backstroke. I dog-paddle, though I hate that name and use it only because you'll know what I'm talking about.

The front yard is looking promising, but the back is still too recent.