Just as I am. Red faced, scarred and blotchy. Shining eyes and hair.
Warm belly. I shift the stool to keep him in the sunbeam. He accepts it as the World Working As It Should.
Wanna, wanna, wanna start digging!
Oh. Well. Damn.
Going to thin out the fence to the right (south) to let more sun in. No doubt in place for previous owner's dogs. But my tomatoes will need the sun, and are certain not to run away.