yesterday afternoon kevin left for the sandy ford shooting place in streator, illinois. this morning when i got up, i wondered why winnie hadn’t been batting at my head, insistent on getting some breakfast.
i walked into the kitchen and he was frantically beating at the screened porch door – i’d locked him out there last night. he was very, very upset. also COMPLETELY STARVING.
yesterday i worked on a new gardening project – i bought 130 border bricks and 21 bags of mulch (i think i bought too much mulch) and i made the start of a nice little new garden down by the water. i had planted lilies there last year and every one but one has been eaten by the damn deer. that last flower, though, is going to be sensational!
kevin drove our big riding mower down to the lake, the little cart in back filled with the bricks. yesterday i tried to drive it back to the garage but it wouldn’t start. i called kevin to ask him what to do, but he didn’t call me til it was dark and there was no way i was going to try to figure out how to connect the power things in the dark.
i told jim about it after i was creeping around in the dark securing a tarp over the top of it. he said it’d be fine til morning, and he’d help me attach the battery.
when i got up this morning he’d already connected it. i walked down and we both saw that a BEAVER ATE THE WILLOW TREE. it was a lovely little willow, and it’s grown so much since jim planted it. and now it’s gone…jim was excited, though, that there is a live beaver somewhere around here, because he says they’re getting kind of extinct.
now i’m worried about the peach trees down by the water – they’re filled with more peaches than i’ve ever seen. they’re not very big, and look perfect beaver-size.
i need to accomplish 100 million things this morning, but it’s already 9:02 and i’m having bonding time with Les Paul.
ok then, happy saturday,
mrs. h.