Today is a day for just being. The weather has been odd lately. Drizzly and gray. Gloomy even for our normal June Gloom weather pattern. So I put aside the fabric and ideas for quilt blocks. I figured I should give poor Anna Maria a chance to deal with those loud and colorful blocks before I bombard here with more of the same. Instead, I spent a little time in the backyard with this guy.
He really lives next door. But since the demise of the dogs and the dismantling of the kennel, he has claimed this as his territory. He only shares with his brother, another black and white tuxedo cat. In the front yard, he is skittish and easily spooked. But in the backyard, he will let me sit and pet him. He even endures my lectures about leaving birds alone and concentrating on gophers. Today the two of us talked about plans for the backyard.
We decided that the ivy can stay. We’ll let the mushrooms do their thing. But the button weed, the ragweed and the crab grass has to go. We didn’t get much farther than that. When I tried to discuss Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man with him, he refused to say another word. You don’t suppose he’s read The Veldt, do you?