spring

Seriously, how southern is this photo. There are azaleas, and eight hundred pine cones, and the grass can't grow in the patches of white sand.

After I took this photo, I picked up all the pine cones. Our yard is huge, and oddly shaped, and my job is to go around and remove sticks and pine cones and cypress branches and dog poop so that the B can mow. I dragged a tarp around behind me, and tossed the pine cones onto it, and when it got too full, I would drag the tarp to the curb and dump them out. It took three hours and six trips. There are a lot of pine cones.

It probably didn't help that the dog pictured above would retrieve every other pine cone that I threw on the tarp. For a dog that hates to take walks, or fetch sticks, his sporting instincts emerge at the oddest times.