It’s a million degrees here in Pittsburgh this week. Thankfully, the flowers seem to be handling the heat better than I am.

I think I’m turning into a stereotypical garden-obsessed fifty-something. Anyway, here’s a pic of the flowers on my little lemon tree.

Still is little. This was taken a few weeks ago.

My new puppy! His name is Mr. Jones.

My first raspberry harvest. Trying to find joy in the little things these days.

Otis Fitzgerald. Sweet, stubborn. Died peacefully in his sleep a month shy of his 17th birthday.

Starting this thing with a picture of my pug in his holiday sweater. Because why not.