Spring: here you see a garden full of trash weeds and brave spears of garlic; the first rose leaves, red and unruly--look: not one beetle, not one blackspot, not yet! I believe you are looking at Weisse aus Sparrieshoop; effect of the ice storm on cedar tree.
Stan dodged death in the recent cat food recall. Here he warms fourteen-year-old bones before the kerosene heater and, outside, resists a photo op.
On the human front: I uneasily ally myself with Union Army during recent RDS History Day (options were limited!); Mystery student is King Tut; Drew wrastles successfully with recalcitrant recording turntable.
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