Despite all the small yellow flowers, nights are still cold with frost, and sometimes the wheelbarrow – which is full of withered things from the garden – delivers the most interesting little piece of art.
Looks like Cowboy fur to me. Wouldn’t surprise me a bit. He loves withered things from the garden.
Oh well, perhaps it really is Cowboy fur, – are you sure you know where he is all the time? My mouth is sealed.
I am sure I do not know where he is all the time. (Good to keep mouth sealed. Otherwise Cowboy fur can float in there.)
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