Post Apocalypse Posting

Or should that be posting post- apocalypitically (one 'l' or 2).

Anyhow, May 22nd and still we are here floating through space on this great big wonderful rock! Bring on 2012!

The afternoon sun of winter on the creek:

Not a whole lot happening here on our side of the bubble. We did lose a pet to a tragic condition that I won't go into here, it was not pleasant and absolutely shattering to go through.

R.I.P.  our  MOJO



Still harvesting chiles, but all else seems to have stopped, time to plant our parsnips, beetroots, lettuce, spinach and anything else that sounds good... hm... maybe some cauliflower and broccoli.  As long as they don't interfere with the -still going strong- chile plants.



Merle is now benefiting from the empty cage. At a meter and 1/2 now we have given her the taller half of cage, as well as her previous  part. Dwight is hibernating, the only reptile that actually puts on the front of acting like one.


Girls are doing well, Tory is missing out on soccer this season due to her toe surgery, and Kaiya is demon in defence on her netball team. They have only won 1 from 3 so far but playing really well.



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