Crosspatch Day

We don't have Santa Ana winds this far North, but something is up, from the outage which undid a morning's work to the snarkiness and lack of cooperation from things. Pins dropped, staples twisted, thread snapped, and I lay on the sofa and didn't wake until 10.30.

I can see that no-one is going to like the deer fence I just put up. I have had such positive comments from my neighbours about the front garden so far - but if the deer eat it won't it look dreadful? The fence isn't purty of course, and round here things have to be purty.

Puke.