Cousteau's poppies

When my beautiful Cousteau was cremated, they gave us a packet of seeds with his ashes. I never got around to planting them until a couple of weeks ago. Today they started to flower. Pretty Californian poppies.


I shed a few tears this evening, thinking about how much I miss my red boy.


Abe was really good at obedience today. He didn't lunge once. He was a bit fixated on one dog, but they moved him away from us.


~Barking~