I'm the Boss, Not You

This is where I bring my tea and book first thing in the morning.
It's my spot.
Hear that Max? My spot.



At least Harry knows his place.

And there's my tea cooling quickly while I think this over.

Dog Days of Summer

My Special Needs Magnolia

My magnolia tree is confused.

I think it's because I moved it three times at my last place, trying to find a location where it would be happy and trust me on this, it wasn't happy.

It was still sulking when I carefully dug it up and moved it to my present home.

I placed it so carefully and made sure the soil was just right but still, it doesn't quite have the hang of blooming in the spring so here it is, a late bloomer.

I thought about relegating it to the compost pile but that tree and I have been through a lot together so we'll just soldier on, apparently out of sync with the rest of nature.