Flynkins Annex

It is such a shock to realize this is August, and summer has not really been experienced here at Flynkins Annex. It is foggier here than on Kales Avenue. However, note, I am growing my very first pumpkin. There it is. It grows noticeably every day. That comforts me, excites me.

I didn't make any effort to improve his soil here. I think he is going to build on this whole plot. The golden grass by the grill waves gently in the wind. Amber waves of grain. Petunia stalks it. Then she bolts into the house. Nervous Nelly.


This redwood tree is my view from the bed. I think of it as a picture window. See, it's not so bad here. It smells bad, that's all.

And it's not our house. But the next-door neighbors are nice to us, and they make happy sounds, happy conversation. Compare to our Kales Avenue next-door neighbor, nickname "Bickerson," with the really scary dog, Babe. He sings to her, so he can't be all bad.