Until of course, there’s some noise right below our bedroom window at six in the morning.
Oh but wait, it wasn’t just one racoon. No no, this was a Momma and FIVE kits.
I guess times aren’t that tough if you’re a racoon and can manage five little ones. Somebody’s finding enough food to support a family of six. Somewhere.
Travelling Companion was wondering where they were headed off to. It wasn’t up the tree there, which was what I first thought was going on, since everyone was on the fence except for the one little straggler dude on the pile of lumber there. I think once I came around and uncovered their cunning plan, they decided to book it off the property.
Fine by me.
Other than that “big excitement”, there hasn’t been too darned much else going on around here.
We spent a little time in the garden this morning. You know, digging. That kind of thing. That’s all I ever find myself doing in the garden. Digging. It never seems to end. Why do people like to garden?
It’s been a tad warm over the last couple days but then cooled off abruptly overnight.
We were trying to hold out against putting on the air conditioning, but we eventually gave in yesterday afternoon. When the thermostat starts to climb up around 80°F, with it being even hotter up in the sewing room? It’s time.
It’s either that or go and hide in the basement.
Not much going on down there. Well, there is that guitar that I could be practising. We won’t talk about it.
I think that’s all there is in my pea brain.
And now, I’m off to (once again) cut that lawn. Oh joy!
Keep it between the ditches, and thanks for stopping by.