Pete agreed to haul a load out of Brooklyn for me if I agreed to go rollerblading in Central Park. Things have gone downhill quite a bit since then. It already seems like it was long ago.
He almost never goes forward except in reverse.
Pete hates the cyclists… passionately.
It’s been cold. Tonight instead of being in the mid 20’s, it’s in the 50’s and raining. But dead plants don’t get undead just because we’ve got a spring-like night here and there.
It is autumn, and the dogs must now take care not to lose their Kongs in the leaves.
For their part, the leaves have begun to change color and fall in earnest.
Although the Yucca still blooms,
And the chrysanthemum now come into their own,
Soon the trees will be barren.
PS: Many thanks to Daniel for help with the on-the-fly thumbnailer toys.