In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."
(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)
Friday, October 8, 2010
This is for Elephant's Child, who wanted to see the slope of the ground under there.
Piece of deck grown into the tree.
Who is that guy and why does he keep showing up in my pictures?
In the photos the piece of deck that runs alongside the sunroom next to the sliding glass door is still there. It's gone now, along with the opossum that was living under it. There is nothing but dirt and rock outside our back door. I'm not looking forward to next week's rain.