My lilies are lovely ........
and more lovely everyday.
My iris aren't bad, either.
But, my gardens are feeling neglected. I have not had time to weed with any diligence.
The new dog has fit in nicely with his new canine siblings. I did change his name to Cujo. He doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body, that's why I like the name. My Toni Louise has forgiven me and Wall-E has decided that Cujo is fun to play with. Oscar remains indifferent. He does not suffer from low self esteem and is quite sure that I love him the most. Martha, the boy cat is still quite upset and is shunning me. Me, the woman who bottle fed him. Cats.
We have a nest of purple martins on the front porch. The babies have hatched and they will dive bomb me if I try to sit on the porch. I sit there anyway. I found it interesting that 3 adult birds were hovering and feeding the babies. I suppose I would name the mother bird Hilary, since it seems the whole village takes part in rearing the offspring.
Hildy lost another nest of eggs and I found some cracked shells while weeding. I had thought a snake or maybe a turtle had gotten them. The evidence of shells puts the event in a whole new light and I am wondering again about Mr. Martha and breakfast. Nature is cruel at times.
I seem to hear my pillow calling out my name, beckoning to bed. One last trip outside and I am down for the night.