Because it’s always cool to look back and see how far the garden has
gotten out of control come.
Seriously. 80 degree high (and I now know that 80 is The Perfect Temperature.) Slight breeze to keep things nice.
Morning at the Farmers Market, before it got crazy crowded.
Me, scoring tons of plants for dirt cheap.
Finding a place for everything! And then more raking of last year’s leaves!
Visits from my lovely neighbors, and compliments on my “green thumb”. (Oh, my, no. But I love hearing it anyway.)
An afternoon of reading and kittens.
Wrapped up with a glass & a long bout of Monster Brawl, or whatever I’m playing on my cellphone nowadays.
Perfect day, indeed. *sighs happily*
Springtime can only mean one thing; time to rake up the leaves I didn’t bother with the fall before. I swear, it was for plant protection. Free mulch, as it were.
So, leaving the sliding door wide open as I’m wont to do – c’mon in, bugs! Free room and board! – I go about moving containers and sweeping up.
Eventually, I look over to check on Tippi. And see Mr. Manny checking out the stairs. Outside. Mr. I Freak Out Over A Bug Fart. Outside.
I probably didn’t think the whole leaving the door open thing though.
So, playing it cool so Manny doesn’t find super strength in his own terror, I sit down and tell him he’s a good boy. He startles, but goes back to sniffing all the things.
I decide to get back to straightening, at least the stuff on my side of the backyard. He accepts my activity, and trots over to Tippi, who Is Not Happy her brother is in her official turf. But she gets over it, and shows him the pile of wood that used to be the deck (which is getting the boot, with some being used for a flower raised garden, later this week. Promise.)
I walked by Manny as he chewed the grass, and he was fine. Turning back, I noticed the pair trimming the flowers.
Five minutes later, I headed back out to rake. Manny wasn’t keen on that, and decided to sun on the top step instead. When I finished with the pile, he was nowhere to be seen.
He decided that comfy chairs beat dirt any day of the week.
Bought a cute cat bed. Fluffy, soft. Hell, I’d sleep in it if I could fit. (Damn hips.)
Does Tippi like it? Nooo.
Instead, she goes for the cardboard box that the produce folks gave me to carry the stuff I’d bought. It’s got a thin layer of potting soil in it.
She loves it. Runs into it, snuggles around in it, and then runs all over the house.
Today’s chore list starts with vacuuming.
UPDATE: Tippi may spit on the cat bed, but Manny is comfortable enough with who he is to enjoy the luxury of a soft pink bed.
Spent this afternoon trying to repot tiny baby plants I started from seeds. Why seeds? Well….
* A friend had a birthday, and likes gardening, so I figured I’d give him some of these as part of his present. (Part 2? Those green sticks from the Depot that support larger plants.)
* I’m a part of a plant swap in my neighborhood. So lots of plants = more I can share!
* I like plants. It’s a sickness.
I had cute little sayings attached to each photo, but for some reason WP didn’t upload em from my app. So just look at the cuteness, and check out Tippi and Manny,
plant eaters inspectors. I’ll try to add the picture info back later, but for now this gal is taking a much needed rest. It’s good to be the king.