Ain't No Sunshine

On my tile floors. So I consider the entire mopping process a failure.

The sad truth that keeps repeating itself to me is that the forest trees are fourteen years taller and the sun in my meadow and on my house is forever shrinking. The mountain across the byway is growing taller. I may not see freshly mopped tile floors until the leaves fall and by then it may be too late.

Click on the picture. It will mess with your head.

Two of the four bears I saw at work bright and early Monday morning. I garden with bears.