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Shortly [Jul. 22nd, 2010|09:27 pm]
All the daisies are suffering dessication. The last gardenias have shriveled to brown clumps like small wads of old newsprint. Yesterday I sprayed the jasmine hedge, dislodging thousands of tiny dead flowers. A few white flowers still live, but there are too few to scent the air. Alger came to eat this afternoon with dozens of nettles clinging to his fur. Whenever I return indoors from walking in the yard I must pick dry foxtails from my socks. Two thirds of the summer still lies ahead.

Fortunately the trees are still leafy (or needly in the case of the pines) and provide plenty of shade. The slight danger of being crap-capped by a bird is no deterrent to seeking shelter from the sun under their boughs. So far I've escaped soiling. It's better at night when I can sit under stars, which do not defecate, and most of the birds have gone to sleep. Evening even brings an occasional breeze to blow away the memory of the torrid day. It's too bad the nicest nights of the year are also the shortest.

[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2010-07-23 04:19 pm (UTC)
aw, i wonder if alger hurts his tongue grooming himself now! :/

i'll add this to my list of things to be thankful for: stars do not defecate.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2010-07-23 10:37 pm (UTC)
Alger let me comb him for a few minutes last night, while he was eating. I managed to remove a couple dozen nettles, but there are others that are too deeply embedded, plus he only let me comb his back and sides and I'm sure there are nettles stuck in the longer fur on his chest and belly. It must be very uncomfortable for him to try to chew them out.
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