Yellow Beauties
This morning after Dennis went out to his PT appointment, I went after those yellow beauties that were determined to be in the Hosta bed off of the patio porch. Our spray on the grass areas seems to have a good carry-over compared to the yard south of us across Stauffer Avenue. Some of the Hosta are slow to show, so I kept my size nines out of the area. With all the deer that trampled the snow in this same area, it will be interesting as time goes by.
I knew Dennis would be picking up Dwayne after the PT appointment this morning for a coffee at McDonald’s. It’s good for both of those fellows to keep up with the rest of the crew.
The static on the radio might mean a thunder shower coming.
A friend of mine called this morning for the information on the fellow that did our front deck. I was more than happy to give him a great reference.
After taking a long walk down Stauffer, I went to the studio. Putting forth effort to make each and every project that comes out of my studio the best that I am able to is very satisfying. Trying to keep two piles of blocks as similar as possible for the twin-sized quilt can be a challenge. Michael’s sweatshirt, hmm. I tried to replicate as much as possible. I used by Bernina Tool Box to bring my created block a close second. I am happy with it.
When I looked out, I saw Dwayne and Dennis with the heavy implement trailer hooked to the little red pickup. There were ramps engaged. I knew that before long, the Cub Lo-Boy was going to be driven up onto the trailer. I stayed on the patio making sure I could punch 911 if needed. Dwayne was off to the side using hand signals. Here we had two 86-year-young fellows, doing what they used to do in a heart beat. After the tractor was loaded and chained down, Dennis stopped at the house to get his wallet. When he came around the front of the pickup with a wide smile . . . his favorite snap western shirt on, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, it took me back thirty plus years when this ole cowboy knew no challenge. Today, Dennis was in his element. The Cub L0-Boy is going out to the fixit shop north of town for new blades on the mower.
I am quite sure that sometime this late afternoon will find Dennis in the patio porch with Snuggles on his lap. Snuggles will get to hear all about the day’s activities, well maybe not all of them, as Dennis slips in a nap.