Fat boy has a snug coat. Everything Tom owns has a name. He tills the garden with Big Red and mows with Big Yeller. I think he snow blows with another Big Red. They aren’t twins, though. He sends the grandkids around to pick up all the sticks and branches that fall, after which they can build a fire in Fat Boy and roast marshmallows.
That upturned stone is a barn footer with a heart carved into it. I bought it at a show, from a teenager with autism. He had a corner of his mother’s booth at a spring herb show. He had much larger stones with complex designs, some large enough to be watering troughs. This little heart was the least expensive among the small stones, the design was the most simple. I paid seventy dollars for it in the 1980’s and he carried it to the car. I would have preferred the clover or the fleur de leis, but could only afford the heart. The animals don’t know that, and it’s the outdoor water bowl for the cat and dog all summer. We tip it up in the winter so it doesn’t accumulate water, freeze and crack.
Toby watching me take pictures.
With a purloined pen. He may want to appropriate the computer and write his own blog. Does he really think I'm just a big cat?