Showing posts with label the smell of Berkeley. Show all posts
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Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year!

Look what we woke up to this morning!

Isn't that just gorgeous! And it seems promising, somehow. Who knew the pot of gold was just down the street? Harriet was impressed.
Oz was looking out the wrong window.
He saw something, though. That's the important thing.
And isn't he pretty.
And while we're on "pretty", here's a snap of our Christmas-pot-of-boughs-with-eucalyptus.