Monty needs to be supervised while on pee patrol in the backyard, lest he start running around, or gets stuck somewhere with his knee.
It gives me a chance to enjoy the new backyard and to watch the clouds slide on by.
The last evening light illuminates the branches of the locust tree that hangs over our yard.
The setting sun casts a golden glow on the last of the clouds before they merge with the others in a dark covering.
I like the backyard.
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