In the early morning, while River and Tim sleep, The Compound is well-protected by their sentinels.
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Guinness
Greta
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In the early morning, while River and Tim sleep, The Compound is well-protected by their sentinels.
Guinness
Greta
A guest is staying at The Compound during the Thanksgiving holidays. COMPETITION! Not for the dogs, because they know she’s the Grande Dame and leave her alone. We’ll just see who’s older and crankier: me…or Greta.
I wish you could smell these. Tom took this photo a few days ago outside Tim’s kitchen window. The cool thing is, they are growing away from the apartment, so at night, they look as if they are hanging in midair because the greenery vanishes in the darkness. I call them Ghost Roses.
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I am a procrastinator, and one of the things I’ve put off doing for eleven months is organizing my photos and putting them in albums. This can get overwhelming when there are a lot of them.
But I did it today, finally, and found photos I’d forgotten ever taking.
Like this one. I love potatoes, though we don’t get together as much as we once did. It’s not their fault; I love them a little too much and had to learn moderation. I think it’s sweet that they send me secret messages letting me know that they still love me.
Isn’t it strange that people who write murder mysteries are the nicest people in the world? Maybe they spend their aggression on their fictitious victims. Here are two absolutely charming Houston authors, Dean James and Julie Wray Herman.
When I’m not writing, cooking, watching Survivor, or taking photos of the dogs…
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Just like the 70s, confused redbud tree flowers before it should.
Just like the 80s, I get up close and personal with a beauty whose name I can’t remember.
Here at The Compound, some of us are prepared for Halloween.
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I snagged this photo from Tim’s photo blog because I can’t remember my blogger ID and I’m too lazy to look it up, so I can’t comment there.
Priorities:
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Now and again, someone sends me a forwarded photo that I really love. This one is from my friend Denece. Even if it’s not real, I still like it.
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