Never say never

If you had asked me yesterday if Darby ever gets up on the low walls we have in the backyard (from which the stucco has been peeling for years which we continue to pretend makes them have "character," like Roman ruins or something,) I would have said "No, she never gets up on the walls."

Well, never say never!

Look hard, on the other side of the fire wood cart.

Of course, she would have to jump down just when I wanted a photo! 

And, of course when she jumped back up, she was hidden by the rose bushes!

When I was younger, I used to be so sure of so many things. Now, I seem to see shades of grey much more often than black and white.

But, if asked, I still would have said "No, Darby never gets up on the walls."

And I would have been wrong!