This was going to be my picture of the day. A semi-artsy reflection shot of me, window bars and the Argentinian joint next door to the Cuban bakery I ate lunch at. A picture I look more like my mother in than I care to admit.

But then this happened.

My hulking monster, looking like an orthopedic foam bed advertisement. Well, an advertisement in dire need of a good brushing. I couldn’t resist. He let me take his picture (which is a complete rarity), and not only did he *let* me, but he actually looked happy to see me when I came over to give him a pet. This is not a dog that bandies about affection easily. He needs to be wooed.

 

Boots. I figure since I’m moving where ‘the winter’ is, I might as well be warm while I’m there. A good pair of boots just might help with that. I ❤ the spats-style rivety things.

Jar o’ coral

I’ll miss this view.

Remasterd Beatles boxed set.

Tomato varietals grown by my CSA. Apparently, I have my own tomato. And it’s awesome.

This is only food related.

Tasty green concoction

Cone-headed cabbage

Pretty carrots.