The rural internet continues to thwart my intention to blog regularly.
Life here has been lush and green and without much excitement, anyway. Monday brought Rebecca to help in the garden. She unloaded and distributed 20 bags of mulch without me, and supplied us with the best eggs in Missouri. Rebecca’s French Marans hens, live an idyllic life, and their joy and healthy diet is evident in the taste of those beautiful brown eggs.
Tuesday, Harlan’s visit was entertaining, as always.
I spent the day doing a truly miserable job that really should have been done in February – cutting down the ornamental grasses. They have tiny prickles that drive me halfway insane, but at last they are done. As a reward, we had a delicious dinner with good friends our favorite restaurant, Acero.
I was delighted to see an orange-striped ribbon snake on the thriving stump of the Australian willow I tried to remove last year.
And then, today, I saw this very small Brownsnake sunning on the driveway.
Another cool creature I saw in the garden – it was more afraid of me than I was of it (trying to use proper pronouns here – perhaps I should have said they were more afraid of me than I was of them…)
I also saw a teensy tiny red spider on a web this morning when I was weeding along the rock wall. Not as impressive as a big spider, but still beautiful.
Harry and Weedy are glad of cooler weather so that Weedy can go on trips to town and wait in the car while Harry does the shopping.
As for flowers, there are many about – hardy varieties that can survive on my benign neglect program.
The bluebirds continue to evade my camera. All I have managed are distant pictures enlarged. The bluebirds don’t come to the back porch, at least not that I have seen recently.
Yesterday, I had the sutures in my nose removed. I am more hideous than usual, but will be healed in a few months. To celebrate, we went for a ride!
The cats are well. Skittle is missing Twizzler less and has become more sociable after 13 years of being very skittish, perhaps inspired by her brother’s paranoia.
And so it goes here at Bronze Fox Farm. I have written a post about Artie, as I mentioned I would do. It would be the post prior to this one, though I did not send a notification of it. Here is a link https://gallopingthrough.com/artie/
Be safe, be well. Slava Ukraini! Peace.
Little spiders I can deal with. That chap would terrify me. It’s not rational but I have such a phobia. Love all the pictures.
Great pictures, as usual.