Posted by Loulou on Apr 2, 2019 | 18 comments

                  Well, it’s here. Water.  COLD  water. Rain.  COLD rain. Wet.  COLD wet, whatever that means. No more mucking around in my mulch or practicing for the Marathon by running the length of the garden several times a day. No more outdoor john.  Most anthros seem to be thrilled with not having...