Remembering Jake – I am clearing out the pond area and really need to pull out Jake’s catnip bush. We have other bushes in the yard where I can clip a slip for the cats but this was the one Jake would lie in. It’s a sad task. Some guys go to a bar. Jake went to his catnip bush when things got testy.
Damn wascally wabbits – I’ve lived here 13 years and this year the rabbits nipped off, but did not eat, the flowers I planted in the front of the house. I’m annoyed. I understand the food chain but the upper part of each flower stem was neatly placed next to the plant. Where is Elmer Fudd when you need him?
Speaking of critters – continuing the theme here, the beloved husband saw a bird flying in and out of the garage with stuff in its mouth. That totally freaked him out. Now we keep the garage doors closed during the day which is inconvenient. While cleaning out shelves, I found the nest. It wasn’t completely finished but it had a nice cup for eggs and the materials were interesting. Along with soft twigs were old leaves from last fall and all sorts of fuzzy stuff. It was a work of art.
Summertime – We have almost completely moved out to our screened porch. The weather is perfect. Not too hot and not too cold. There are no political updates (yes!) and the frogs are entertaining. I need to live somewhere with moderate climate year-round. How about you? Do you need the seasons or will fresh tomatoes and veggies make up for a lack of frigid weather?
The girls – I wasn’t dressed for yard work. The beloved husband trimmed our shade trees. I helped him get the trimmings into the cans. Out of nowhere something was attacking my boob. Ouch! It’s amazing how fast modesty goes out the window. Within a nanosecond I was digging in there and the girls were flopping in the wind. (Fortunately our backyard is very private but it wouldn’t have mattered!) It was a lady bug. From the bug’s perspective, it was having a good day resting in a tree branch when someone shook it out of its perch. It fell into what looked like Mount Everest (remember, bug’s perspective) and big mounds of flesh were rolling over it. Then grubby hands were trying to catch it. It must have been scarier for the bug than me but I was itchy until my shower.
How was your week?