May 23rd, 2010

caillebotte_man at his window

Blade

A sunny day has intervened, making it seem as though May had arrived. March will return tomorrow. The poppies flourish, despite the battering they took from yesterday's hail, and the jasmine hedge is sporting an abundance of buds. I don't know how they will do in the unaccustomed chill, but warm days are bound to come shortly— unless a volcano explodes somewhere and darkens the sky, of course. I'm eager for jasmine-scented nights, and therefore would strongly disapprove of any such untoward volcanic activity.

I had the company of Alger, his sister, and his mother all afternoon. Portia sat in the window, giving them dirty looks and the occasional low growl. They took no notice. I still have no idea if there are new kittens about somewhere, but it seems unlikely. Mother cats with kittens to look after would not have spent so much of their time lazing in the sun.

The coming rain will probably bring a fresh growth of foxtails, just when I'd gotten rid of them. Too bad I don't have any feral goats.


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