Unwary

Night raining green growth
Morning of rich mud sprouting.
Unwary weeds pulled.


As I gardened, caught the eye of a young man passing. He smiles and says, "Don't work too hard, it is a Sunday!" I reply that this isn't work, this is fun.

But what I really meant was, this is devotion.

Not sure what to plant over Moby, it's a spot that hasn't grown much so far. Perhaps pansys in May.


Zeppo has started chittering at the laser pointer light. He comes up to us and chirps, demanding we start the game. Gamer-cat.