Hanging out and hanging on

Calling my name? Soon, I think, every time I go out to our backyard with my dear wife Karen and/or our cherished rescue mutt. Comfy seasonal stuff will have to be moved into our shed before the snow flies. Sigh.

Now there is a coverup

I didn’t get out to the backyard furniture before the first big snow, even though my dear wife Karen dutifully pulled all of it together. We talked about it, and decided the lower patio was a better winter resting spot than up on the deck, where I’d put them under the tarp our first two…

One more chance for the plastic red Adirondack chairs

I got a text while my dear wife Karen was still at work the other night, asking if I’d looked out back. No, I had not. Walked Ellie. Fed Ellie. Ate dinner. Watched TV. But no, I had not looked outside to the backyard of A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville to…