Oh my goodness, everything is growing faster than a cat whippin' it's tail around here. I am having to weed every-time I walk past the gardens. And the grass...I don't even want to talk about that.
Tiny blooms appear like magic. It's so uplifting to walk out to see what's new in the garden every morning with my first cup of coffee. I just know my grandmother and mother have a hand in all that grows here. I especially feel my grandmother's presence as I walk about taking in all that late spring offers. I look in the direction of our vegetable garden and remember her garden in the very same place. As a young child visiting for the summer, I can still smell the freshly picked carrots that we would carry in our dirty little hands in to her summer kitchen to be washed for dinner that night. Oh, and the yellow beans...my favorite. And I listen to the birds around me and think, "She heard the birds sing while she gardened right where I now stand." It leaves me a bit awe-struck.
Simon is still around although he is not at home much anymore. I do see him at night sitting on the old pump before calling it a day but he is very active with the other chips all day long.
The other evening we had an early down-pour with a bit of thunder and he came tearing across the lawn and flew down his little hole; safe from the coming storm. I felt happy to see him have his little comfort-spot.
Little Red has a favorite eating spot which is the platform bird-feeder. Why?...because it swings while he eats. He seems to love that. He's a mover and a groover.
And while Audrey snoozes in her hidey-hole,
Annie is always close by me; my shadow, really.
hugs, Deb
Tiny blooms appear like magic. It's so uplifting to walk out to see what's new in the garden every morning with my first cup of coffee. I just know my grandmother and mother have a hand in all that grows here. I especially feel my grandmother's presence as I walk about taking in all that late spring offers. I look in the direction of our vegetable garden and remember her garden in the very same place. As a young child visiting for the summer, I can still smell the freshly picked carrots that we would carry in our dirty little hands in to her summer kitchen to be washed for dinner that night. Oh, and the yellow beans...my favorite. And I listen to the birds around me and think, "She heard the birds sing while she gardened right where I now stand." It leaves me a bit awe-struck.
Simon is still around although he is not at home much anymore. I do see him at night sitting on the old pump before calling it a day but he is very active with the other chips all day long.
The other evening we had an early down-pour with a bit of thunder and he came tearing across the lawn and flew down his little hole; safe from the coming storm. I felt happy to see him have his little comfort-spot.
Little Red has a favorite eating spot which is the platform bird-feeder. Why?...because it swings while he eats. He seems to love that. He's a mover and a groover.
Annie is always close by me; my shadow, really.
She's always interested in anything that I'm doing.
And especially enjoys 'tea-time' at the mouse-house.
"Just milk in mine, please."