The Devil builds three-year compost bins from pallets.  (There is no rest for the wicked.)

The Devil confers with his minion.

This rascal creates mischief.

Leaves fall all around the “Greek Ruins” ensemble.

Tasty treats are harvested from the garden.

…and there is more still to ripen..

Duck tails waggle.

Sweet wildflowers bloom alongside the mean roses. (One of the mean ones bit me on the thumb several days ago.  To quote Charlie’s brother, “…that really hurt…and it’s still hurting.”)

…and we celebrate six years of a little person’s life.