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These days are what my mom refers to as "turtle weather", and so it was that this late afternoon found me on the strip of lawn by the river's edge, the one with the rows of cherry trees, now in full blossom. (My old friend, Yorick, resides here, missing a few limbs but still flowering beautifully.)

Progo attracted a lot of attention from the passersby, particularly the children. He showed off, charming all around him, racing around and regarding everyone and everything with suspicion. He learned much on this outing: particularly, that cherry blossom petals may look delicious, but do not make for a sumptuous turtle snack.

He's a cute little bugger, even when he's spitting out pink chewed-up tatters.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:48 PM | shower me with attention