Pneumatic nail gun. The carpenter's been by, but I never see human bodies anymore. Just bits and pieces of stuff, circumstantial evidence that something is happening. It's like those tiger traps in Southeast Asia. You never see the tigers, but you see footprints and tiger poop every once in a while. Though, if I see carpenter poop anywhere, I'm going to fire their ass.
I'm holding their tools hostage until they finish the house.
Prickly pears blooming. This one has orange flowers.
This one has yellow. I will make prickly pear cactus margaritas when the fruits are ripe.
Flock of parrots have moved in the backyard. I counted 11 today. And the numbers keep growing. Noisy, but parrot antics are amusing.
No comments:
Post a Comment