And what the photos also miss is the sound of the birds and the smell of the Spanish broom, which is blooming its heart out right now.
That's Gracie the Schnoodle in the top photo. She's the dog who always follows me out to see what I'm up to in the garden. She and her sister Maude had a rough start in life before the Humane Society rescued them, and so although they are as sweet as can be, they are both very suspicious of people and probably always will be. They are this way even about Walt and me, though they've lived with us for a couple of years now. I suspect that they always will be little wild things to some degree. Gracie follows behind me as I walk around, and then scampers away whenever I turn to look at her. Hence, present and wary in the first photo, absent in the second.