A busy social weekend threw us off of the Saturday lawn mowing schedule. An inch of rain left our yards lush. We would have had a front yard with heavy layers of cut grass to dry and smother what was underneath. if not for the very strong winds that took the grass as fast as the mower blew it out and took it far, far away. Today was the first time of me mowing a lawn that my ears got so cold that they actually hurt. Yup, May 18th, 2015, and the high for the day was 44 degrees.
They are talking of the possibility of frost these next several nights. Dennis and I needed to take all the potted plants in. The huge Schefflera had no more than been set on the floor of the porch, than Snuggles tried to climb the branches. He got cuffed away from the plant. When I came in with a second pot he was digging in the dirt of the Schefflera. During this time Butter Ball was lying under the table watching it all. Thank God kittens turn into cats that love to sleep for eighteen hours a day. We could just visualize the mayhem with all those choices of pots to play in.
That settled it . . . the thirteen pots from the three tiered planter are in the back of the pickup. The huge fern that hangs and graces the lower branches of the Lilacs is sitting on the backseat of my 1999 Lincoln. I will have to take my chances with the the Palm plant and the Schefflera as they are too large to take into the house. We have had both of those plants for six years and they sit on the edge of the Koi pond during the warm seasons. During the winter, the temperature in the garage porch never goes below 44 degrees. A perfect fit for plants to take a break until they are put out again in the spring.
Last winter Snuggles wasn’t around until late February. As a kitten, he had a lot to adjust to on ground level. It’s not as if Snuggles doesn’t have the the entire acre to take his antics out on. We were of sound mind when we took Snuggles in. What does that tell you about the older ones on Stauffer? If word gets out that Dennis and I are so easily played by four legged, cute critters . . . we are so screwed.