Meet Pete the Possum.
There is no real point to posting this, except to be glad I'm not that ugly.
Even in the morning.
Even half-past morning.
Even when half-past morning meets late afternoon doldrums with bad hair and teeth.
Nope. Still not that ugly.
Do not note that the porch needs cleaning. It was spring.
Mud season around here.
Firewood stacks moved off the porch and back to garage.
The porch is cleaner now. Flowers. Rocking chairs. Swings.
And the possum is .... wherever.
Possums love cat food.
Never, ever leave your cat food out at night.
But possums also love to lick old grills.
I do not have a picture of that.
Pete's actually small. Young.
But he'll grow quickly with a daily diet of Meow Mix.
This is the porch now.
Sweet. Bucolic. Pastoral.
This is after a healthy dose of soap and bleach.
Winter hangs on a long time around here!