My mom took an action shot of me being besieged by the corgi puppies, better known as the Poopies. Their names are Maggie and Ted. I prefer to call Ted, Theodore (he's quite serious), and I'm still thinking of something for Maggie.
Yes, another car picture, in town, with a cloud-shrouded Table Mountain behind.
Not exactly what one would consider a late winter, early spring picture (but it's cold, I promise). The garden beyond the pool, which I replanted last December. I'm very happy with the tree fern, which is at last getting enough to drink.
Dinner at home tonight, which I must go and attend to: shrimp and fennel salad to start; roast chickens in white wine with tons of garlic and thyme, potato gratin, roast brussels sprouts (I LIKE them), big green salad, and a tart/flan-thing of pâte sablée that I made earlier with caramelized apples on top, baked with a faraway Frenchie in mind. Yum.
Read that any way you like...