So I’ve had about enough of this guy:
So anyway, it’s flat. Why? Because we’ve got a coon that likes to visit at night and slurp up spent sunflower seeds from under the feeder. The bear has stopped his nightly visits, but the coon hath replaced him. He torketh me off.
Remember when Scott and the bear scared each other out there? Ah, good times.
So now I have to find the BB gun and defend the hostas. Honestly.
Also, look, WordPress seems to have come out with this handy feature:
In other news, the temperature has dropped down from 11,000°, and it is actually nice out there. We put the garden in today without even needing any emergency hydration!
And then we CHOSE to sit outside and read in this coveted spot in the yard. For hours.
Then the older generation and the younger generation decided to head to the beach, which is a place I can’t go, because of the aforementioned 11,000° week, coupled with my last trip to the beach:
Yeah. I did’r good. Because why do’r at all if you’re not going to do’r good?
I think it goes without saying, but I’m avoiding the sun. That garden up there went in in the cool shade of morning. And that reading I did was in the cool and breezy shade of my maples. Right through my shirt, the sun feels like a laser.
The beach wasn’t happening.
But on such a luxurious Saturday, as that sun approached my reading spot, it seemed like a nap could happen.
And now, before I go drag the table into back into the shade? I thought I’d update you on the state of affairs here on the Homestead this fine Saturday.
Also, look who’s reading my book now:
And just a few snapshots of the week from hell…
These guys came for a visit:
And I found this guy at the Dahlia Altar on the back deck:
Hard to catch the shade under a tree that small, but he was working hard at it.
Yes, I watered him. He was floating for a while.
Alrighty, folks. If you need me, I’ll be reading in the shade,