There wasn't a dead squirrel in the water this morning -- at least I didn't see one went I took this picture. As you may infer, the clay content of our soil fifteen inches below ground is quite high.
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Where je ne sais quoi meets ennui . . .
Mihi in odio est!
- Patio is too sunny in the Summer
- Patio is too dark (and wet) in the Winter
- There's no comfortable place to sit
- There's too much white-trash-detrius and plastic-baby-crap
- I have to traipse through the garage to get tea and snacks
- I have to constantly tell the child not to
- play with the hose
- go into the tool shed
- whack the shrubbery
- molest garden decorations
- The ground is fairly uneven
- I keep finding damn clothespins everywhere
- The neighbors' conversations are audible
- There's no outside electrical outlets
- And I still miss my gazing globe
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