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Saturday afternoon, the sky was cloudy, but I walked up to Henry's Market to buy some salad fixin's. Scary is the price of lettuce, but if someone can grow it for me, I will pay. On my way home, I saw some great pictures and went back home to get my camera. Alas, it was for my eyes only, but I can describe it.
Behind a cobwebbed gate with signs posted, the seasonal "Enter at your own risk" and the more permanent "Beware of dog", was the sweetest yellow lab sitting in the open doorway of the house. Indeed.
At a house where I took a picture last year of a gargoyle, was still the gargoyle with a black I-don't-know what breed of dog. He was built exactly like that gargoyle: small pinned-back ears, small eyes, smooshed wrinkled face, and sitting a little hunched on the porch. This guardian had a leash on and turned out to be more mobile as he too went inside.
They both probably came out to sniff the air as we had a few raindrops. It wasn't the spring-time fresh smell of rain and not enough fell to drown an ant. I'm going back in too. But I want to post a Halloween picture. Here's what happens when you carve a pumpkin in southern California where the temperatures are still in the 70s. Say good-bye to your pumpkin the next day. It collapses in on itself, turns furry with a black or white mold depending on its mood. Bleah, as one pumpkin is saying.