Today was as close to a perfect day as I could hope to get.
I slept in until 7:00 and then I got up and ate a bowl of cereal while I watched the Early Show. Then I went out and planted a bed of asparagus and a bed of strawberries. I cleared out my third square foot bed and planted my cherry tomatoes. When I did that, I discovered yet another renegade peony plant. It's almost scary how many are coming up.
I watered everything that I planted last night from our second Ingrid/Rick run. We had another complete load. I haven't hardly spent anything at all at greenhouses this year!
I came inside and debated whether I wanted to take a shower or a nap.
The water closet won out. After that, I took a long walk with Annie.
Tried to talk Pudge into going with me, but as soon as I mentioned exercise, she ran and hid. Let's just say that Pudge is aptly named. Of course, I don't have a lot of room to talk. So I'll stop.
It's always interesting what you might find when you follow the well worn dog trails.
I found a thicket of currants. Dad would be pleased.
His original plant that he gave me has spread and spread.
Our tree that blew over last September in that fierce wind storm liveth.
It lieth down, but it liveths.
Hmmm .... choices. I think I'll take the path less traveled.
The cat tails are greening up nicely.
More Russian Olive trees have sprouted.
One of my colleagues actually paid money for one of these this year.
Can you believe that?!!
After my walk, we went to town and had lunch at Culver's.
If you haven't tried their Angus Philly Cheese Steak sandwich, you must!
I had one for supper last night and then again for lunch.
They are that good.
After lunch, Mardell dropped me off at the ESU for my first class.
I am taking 6 hours of curriculum development. Vicki is taking it as well.
After class Vicki dropped me off at the sewing studio
(old store/warehouse/old Safe Harbor --- sewing studio sounds better).
We are taking the Eleanor Burns' Day and Night class at Prairie Pines.
We pressed our material for tomorrow's
quilt class and got our strips cut out.
We had to pick two contrasting fabrics. Mardell chose a gorgeous blue batik and dark brown for her two fabrics. I am using a piece that I had originally purchased as the backing for my first quilt. I ended up not using it --- I don't even remember now why I didn't use it.
It's a swirl of orange shades, with a bit of red and some cream.
My contrast fabric is cream colored.
After that we endured the Evil Empire. Last week we bought fresh blackberries for $1.50 and we keep hoping to run across such a good deal again. No such luck today.
We got our beastie food and then came home.
After we got home, I played pyromaniac and burned tumbleweeds.
Not that we need to or anything!
It's very wet so they burned slowly.
If I really worked at it I could get a decent flame going.
Tumbleweeds are very dense and cause an intense short-lived flame.
But I kept plugging away at it.
Doesn't look like much, but it took two hours to burn this strip.
I also have a few spots burned on the other side of the fence, but there is still lots left to do.
Can you imagine what would happen if somebody tossed a cigarette butt into this mass?
especially if you are eating a cherry filled sweet roll .
And if you are eating a cherry filled sweet roll, you should send one to me because I'm very hungry and I'm sitting in a day-long data team meeting. Cherry filled sweet rolls don't seem to be on our eating plan at the present time.
Willowby has been an exceptional mother.
But look at the size of those fuzzy little critters!
She's getting very tired.
So she has been teaching the kittens the fine art of mousing.
She goes out and hunts a mouse (or vole or bird) and then brings it back to share.
The kittens are all eyes when she returns.
She proudly presents her gift and leaves them to figure it out.
There is a lot of interest from most of the litter.
But not from this character.
She's a daydreamer and has better things to do than chew on a mouse.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch Little Fosnick is getting right down to business.
It almost makes you feel sorry for the mouse.
Fosnick has learned the fine art of playing with one's food.
But before long, she/he(?) gets down to business and begins chomping in earnest.
Finally, the dreamer has figured out this is a tasty little morsel and she is licking her lips.
Unfortunately, it's too late. Fosnick growls and refuses to share.
Not to worry. Mom brought more.
In fact, we decided to keep the kittens in the bathroom at night away from mom so that she could have a break. She went out the pet door that first night so we were convinced we had made the right decision. That is, until Mardell got up to go to the bathroom and discovered four dead mice lined up in front of the bathroom door. Mama was trying to push them underneath to the babies so that they could eat. We've given up trying to protect mom. She's on her own now.