(or if not, thanks to Photoshop, I will make it so.)
While sitting outside the other day, lulled by the ambient buzz of crickets, chainsaws, and ride-on mowers, my attention was drawn to the ride-on piece of machinery of our own that's parked in our yard.
Some people have pink flamingos or lawn jockeys for yard ornaments but as we live in the
sticks country, such sissified urbane decorations would be, at worst, inappropriate or, at best, lost in the weeds wildflowers and grasses, so we have opted for a large piece of rusted farm equipment instead.
Tasha enjoys the cat toy/scratching post we have provided for her feline curiosity.
It's equipped with a one-size-fits-all
asses seat if anyone would like to give it a go.
It makes a swell perch to sit on and admire the view...or would, if we could just get it turned around to face in the opposite direction.