Golly Miss Molly . . . the older ones on Stauffer Avenue have done a bang up job of getting the acre tidied up. It may take us all day, breaks of talking smart to each other while some patio time is important. Lush green grass this time of the year is beautiful but it would be nice to be able to call it a season and park the mowers.
I couldn’t resist cleaning up several of the flower beds right next to the house and patio. Cutting back the foliage and getting down to the root of a few weeds is hoping that next spring there won’t be quite as much competition when the perennials poke their heads through the dirt. That reminds me, I need to put up a labeled stake signifying the gas line as it was coming out of the foundation of the house and continuing underground to the garage. Yup, a few of those weeds had roots that deep. Truth to be told, I had forgotten about its location. In time come to come, I have quite a bit more area to cover to close down the gardens, but today, enough was enough.
Dennis and I both enjoyed sitting on the patio, both of us enjoying the self-satisfying feeling of getting it done. Snuggles was feeling pretty good in his own right. Not being a slouch, he had managed to snag a red tailed squirrel. It may sound gross but once his four footed prey is down and out, he leaves it lay as a trophy for us to pay homage to.
As we sat out enjoying the sun and the good feelings of being weary, the ole tabby cat sat on Dennis’ lap, Snuggles came and got comfortable on my lap. I am sure anyone driving down Stauffer Avenue would have observed us as they drove by and thought, “Two old people with nothing to do but take care of cats.” Oh, if they only knew what the rest of the story is.