Even though our temps have been frreeeeezing cold, we still have stuff blooming in our backyard.
You're like, "Yeah, yeah, Deb, blood oranges...we know..."
I swear, this cat sits on the other side of the fence listening for our backdoor to open. As soon as we step out, he hops over the fence and into our backyard. He's our outside-neighborhood-semi-stray cat that Doug has dubbed "Hobo Joe."
Sweet cat, annoying loud meow. So funny - when I look at the photo above I can hear his voice! reeeeeeeEEEeooooooOOOOoowwwww
We have some tomatoes on the vine, and our jalapeno plant is doing well too.
See ya' next time, Hobo Joe.