Asta smells like mums lately, to the extent that it can be overpowering. She's been vigorously digging around in our waning wildflower/flower bed, tunneling under the now overgrown batch of vegetation. Here she is in mid-romp:
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| Asta taking a rest after extensive frolicking |
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| The official term for this is "snorgling" |
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| Coming up for air |
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| Bottle tree |
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| Asta, quite satisfied with life |
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| Morning glory on the vine |
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