... and so have we.

Tamia spent a good part of the day excavating the center of this old stump right outside the back door. She would dive in, grab a mouthful of dirt, pop back up, spit up her load, scratch it behind her, and go back for more. Will this be a new winter home, or perhaps a larder hoard for all the delectables that are being cast outside?

And for us, this may be the worst day of the season, although we have to wait to see what tomorrow and shutdown of the water system brings. Infinite number of end of the season chores, most of which involve heavy lifting.