This is a shot of the same aloe tree with pyrocumulus clouds behind it. These clouds are formed by the wildfires in the hills to the north of us.
This is a chirpy little fountain at the front entrance of the gardens,
and this is the brilliant blue tile inside the fountain pool.
I come home and find Ollie hugging the wall.
Augustus is having num nums and licking his little lips.
Gussy and I go out for a stroll and chat. He is so precious.
I read to him, and he listens.
Back in the house, Ollie is sometimes the right way, legs down,
and other times, he is upside down. He does not go out until it is much cooler.
Our reading (chosen by Augustus himself) was this: