The sentinel.

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We have a little brick landing at the bottom of our back deck steps. My husband built it years ago without laying gravel so it heaves and shifts and separates and allows grass and weeds to fill in the cracks. This year I think portulaca has taken hold so I’m letting it grow in case it blooms.

But I digress…

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This landing had become one of our woodchuck babies preferred spots.

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The spot where he stands watch.

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Over what, I have no idea.

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But he takes his sentinel position very seriously.

❤️

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