I’m a grouch sometimes. This blog will be 100% grouchiness. Come here when you want to commiserate. I’ll be waiting for you. Over there, in the corner, in the shade, where the stupid sun isn’t too bright, but where the bugs gather because it’s cooler. And the grass is wet. And now my feet itch. Grr. Whatever.
(That photo shows a collection of some sort of seed. Looks like a huddle of ugly lambies to me. Point of view is everything. My POV is grouchy but I expect that venting in this safe place will change it. Eventually.)