Don't be fooled. Inside this thin coating of sweetness is a fiery core of total insanity.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Not A Child's Muddy Handprints

The raccoons that dog my attempts to grow plants in my stream have discovered the Folly in the front garden, with its fountain.

And its formerly clean off-white chaise.

Maybe, like children and Santa, I should leave them cookies and milk, or coffee and a book, to keep them entertained at night.