A view from last weekend informs the plan for this one: some hiking, bird watching and rambling around 🌞.
Today felt sad and needed a kitten photo. OK? Cool.
Gaile and I have been friends for over 40 years. She just got her Medicare card and I am in hot pursuit of mine…only one more year.
We met up today for lunch and a ramble around St. Paul, MN. We had not seen one another for almost two years. Covid and life… It was wonderful to share a meal and a long talk with the one person who knows everything; the person who shares memories of my parents, my siblings and the places of childhood…so far from this time and place.
The garden is glorious, fireworks sizzled in the neighborhood and there are new places to explore in the Twin Cities. We are cautious (Covid) but hopeful…
Kath and I both lost our fathers many years ago. We think of them most every day, but especially today, a lovely cool day in June. We are in the garden; a space we both learned about and grew to love because of our Dads. Thank you. Miss you.
UPDATE: I started this post in late April and have since made peace with my rabbit neighbors. ‘Martha’ (a Mom rabbit, distinguishable by an odd ear issue) lives in our yard and there are a variety of baby and teenage bunnies who ramble around eating various grasses and weeds (thank you!) The newly planted rock and container gardens are thriving and are more likely to be raided by squirrels searching for phantom treasure.
April 29, 2021: I feel really awful. Well, maybe a little awful? I am guilty of Rabbit nimby-ism. 🐇 Four, very large, cotton tails were cavorting in our tiny back garden this morning. Coincidentally, I am planning to tackle the rock garden/ dirt pile on Wednesday. I stopped my work day to spy on them when I realized that they were planning on converting the rock garden patch into CONDOS for more bunnies. No, no, no, no. You are really cute, but the guy across the road has a half acre of awesome, rustic land. We had a detent which included some discussion, followed by rock rearranging and fencing. I am re-reading The Velveteen Rabbit and feel, well, just horrible.