Phoebe and Maud

Maud got new duds today but needs a refill in her Margarita glass. There is no longer a ginormous bag of plastic grocery bags taking up space on my kitchen floor since they are now plumping up Maud, and Phoebe thinks its pretty novel to have such a quiet person in the yard. The marauding deer will, of course, totally ignore her. Dang!

There IS another fawn. It is older than Spot but definately this year's model. No wonder the hydrangeas are getting smaller and smaller. (Not to mention, the Phlox, the roses, the strawberries, the Rhaphiolepis and the water hibiscus).