I awoke yesterday with the solid knowledge that something (not sure what exact something, but something) new had bloomed.
*sniff*, *sniffle*, *cough*, *sneeze*, *sniff*.
This morning I am sitting in the front yard, in direct defiance of my allergies, watching Hoover (AKA Junior) graze down our weeds and grass for us. Junior is so into his food,
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