So there you have it: Nine photos, all suitable for farming. No, that's not a misspelling. I didn't mean "framing"; I meant "farming". Because if you print them out on nutrient-rich cardboard, you could then shred them and sprinkle them on your crops. I don't know why you'd want to do this, but you're the farmer, Jethro, not me. Far be it from me to tell you how to farm your hard-scrabble tenant farm.
If you want pix suitable for framing, go to Barefoot Kanadian Neil's blog.
This morning I ran 6.85 miles in a pretty steady rain. I did it in 1:03:25, which is a 9:18 pace. I am okay with this pace because it was not only dark and wet this morning, it was also pretty leafy. Wet leaves = good chance of slipping. So I tended to slow down when I saw leaves on the pavement. I'm a little more leery of slipping since the dislocated shoulder incident, during which I — WAIT FOR IT!1! — dislocated my shoulder, incidentally. So my actual pace could have been 9:17, if I'd pushed it past those scary leaves ...__________________
"Ain't no companion like a blue-eyed merle" — in fact, we've never had a merle, although I think they are beautiful. Teh 'Bride, however, is creeped out by them.
1 For the record: I am kidding ...