Staff recently expended considerable time and effort to construct several raised garden beds. The beds were filled with 5 cubic yards of 70% compost vegetable mix, distributed one (backbreaking) wheelbarrow load at a time. This weekend plants raised from seed were set out and fertilized.
Naturally, Jeff assumes we have built giant dirt thrones in his honor.
Staff awoke this morning to find Jeff snuggled under the covers in the dog’s bed.
What better place for a bobcat on a chilly morning?
According to Jeff, there is none.
At some point Norman tasted a shoelace, and he liked it. Since then no lace is safe.
Staff tried to lace up a pair of Doc Martens the other day and promptly snapped the chewed-through laces.
This conveniently creates a fresh supply of cat playthings.
Unsurprisingly, the shoelace activities attracted Jeff.
Staff wonders again whether conspiracy is afoot.