Another busy day with nothing interesting to report. Sometimes, I wonder whether I should blog less frequently. Of course, if I wait for an adventure to blog about, it may be years!
Yesterday, I hitched up the truck to the flatbed trailer so that Jane could go and pick up oak fence boards. Because of the rain, that mission was postponed until today, but the cats dealt well with the relocation of the flatbed restaurant. I was worried that they might go on a hunger strike. Not a chance! This morning, Tom Morris decided to join Marmalade for a snack.
Two orange cats at breakfast 
Park like parking area for the trailer’s return
I wandered over to Jane’s house to help unload half of the boards into her shed, and took the camera with me.
Zinnias along our driveway 
Wilfdlower at the edge of the woods 
Volunteer butterfly bush by the shed 
A fungus among us 
Jane’s viburnum berries 
Jane’s English hedge. She can really do hedgin’ !
Nathaniel mowed the outrageously thick grass, and I did the push mowing. It was hot and miserable work.
Marianne arrived to do barn work and I was able to get a picture of her with everybody’s favorite pinto. Both of them smiling.
I went to the house, where I was greatly cheered to find Harry writing some poetry, and Mistletoe looking adorable in the afternoon light.
Artist and poet 
Mistletoe (wondering where Jack is)
And speaking of afternoon light, Harry took this picture yesterday of his friend, Dewey Dempsey’s sculpture “The Sun” that resides in our front garden. Dewey was a talented sculptor, with a very different style from Harry’s representational work. We treasure this piece, and the memory of Dewey, who has been gone a long while.
The Sun, by Dewey Dempsey (chicken not a part of the artwork)
Stay safe, stay well, cherish memories.
Rose Gentian is the family your wildflower blooms from. Dewey’s sun is shamanic, Harry extraordinary, the zinnias and berries are paintings, and Mistletoe is resplendent. Happy to see Marmalade is receiving guests for breakfast.
I loved dewey. He was a sex maniac and , lucky for me, not particular. Did you know he could also play the piano, although he usually slid off the bench and got drunk under the piano, joined by adoring females.? I had all sorts of memories come back with yours and his sculpture of a drunken sun. I hope he is doing art and raising hell somewhere. Shrimp must have been so lonely when he passed.
It was fitting that in one defining moment Dewey attacked Shrimp with a VP letter opener.
“Sometimes, I wonder whether I should blog less frequently.” Anne.
Oh no! How would I start my morning without you and Harry and the critters and flowers and smiling friends of yours? Your blog is important to me, and to many others I figure. Coffee without “Galloping Through” would leave a hole in the day. (Have I mentioned how much I enjoy your blogs?)
I agree with John Marlow, a delight to start the day. Something wild and crazy might be nice. Maybe Dewey will show up with a suggestion. Keep your minds open!