Tiny Texture

A month ago today, our beautiful Cousteau breathed his last breath. I miss him as much today as I did a month ago. I have given up on wearing eye makeup because crying has become part of each day. It sneaks up on me and all of a sudden there are tears coursing down my face while I'm driving, while I'm trying to sleep; sometimes just when I'm sitting at my computer or walking. I know it will get easier to remember the good times without feeling his loss so keenly, and I'm holding on to that thought.

Today's shot is of a tiny succulent in our front garden. I planted a small succulent about two years ago. Most things are dying in our garden, but this little thing keeps producing tiny versions of itself. It's fascinating how plants can do that.

~Barking~