It’s winter time down under and the flowers in the garden are blooming. 


My kind. 

I’m walking the dog and heavily invested into listening to a podcast. 

But I’m stopped in my tracks by this thick paint thrown against a wall. 

My kind of random graffiti. 

Not the sharpest tool. 

Bobbi the dog is not the sharpest tool in the shed. 

There is a delicious chicken neck on the trampoline but she can’t reach it. 

I put a chair there to help her work out the logistics. 

No clue yet. It’s day 3 of this learning exercise.