Hydra called out that he was going to make some coffee and did I want any? We hear from the kitchen, “Coffee? Coffee?”
The Artful Dodger beat us to it.
This is the parrot version of being helpful!
And apparently, we talk way too much about coffee.
We don’t grow a lot of apples in our yard in Southern California, so I have to show off this big beautiful Granny Smith.
I enlisted Dodger’s help to give it some scale, and then the California topo map because…boosterism, I guess. This apple was grown between the L.A. Basin an the Mojave Desert, due west of Dodger’s right toenail.
Ulitmately, I think this photo says more about Dodger’s patience with his humans than it does about fruit or California.