It has started out as a lazy Saturday morning. Buddy has had treats and I have eaten breakfast. I've already run a couple loads of laundry.
Many days the kiddos in the backyard get brunch instead of an early morning breakfast. Some of the passing through cats have influenced the adjustment of the schedule. Some of them are downright mean, especially Frankie. I think he is meaner than Mr Meany. Last night while cleaning out photos on my phone I came across a pic from a few years ago. It was a pic of one of the passing through cats whom I've named Big Chief. The pic showed a much younger and smaller cat. I'm thinking since he is huge and seems to be in command of all the cats in the land, his father must have been Big Sissy Daddy and his mother is Mama Cat. He must have been born in that year that Mama Cat didn't make an appearance, in fact, I thought she was dead. She showed up the day after Cali died. Watching these cats has given insight into a cat world that has protocols, boundaries and territories. The only one that ever broke all these cat protocols was Mr McBeavy. Back to Big, his presence scatters others, if they happen to be around. He is becoming a more frequent visitor and so I need to discourage that. Strawyer, well, he is affected by this. He can't come and eat because in the chain of command he is low cat on the totem pole. Straw knows I'll feed him separably from the other cats so he can grab a quick bite. I think Punky had kittens four or five weeks ago but since I haven't seen any evidence of them, they probably didn't make it. Last week is when they should have made some kind of appearance. She had them up on the gravel road somewhere and that never bodes well for the life span of any cat that chooses to spend lots of time up there. Yesterday, Punky was hanging around some bushes and shrubs where previous litters have slept around and played in. I kept a watch to see if there was any stirring, but it was only Edee. Big came back in the late afternoon and only Punky doesn't seem that afraid, although, she gave him room to eat a few treats that I threw to them from the porch. Big keeps Frankie from the yard and that's okay for now. I cut off one of their routes to the gravel road yesterday. None of them are happy about that.
The man down the road across from the barn is out mowing again today. This is not a social distancing thing for him, he does this all spring, summer and fall. He has two huge parcels of land but yesterday after mowing his grass, he began mowing across the way and on down the road on the land closest to the road, what a great neighbor...keeping weeds and tall grass at bay.
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This morning I watched Mud Creek Baptist Church in Hendersonville on TV. The message was good, with an Easter emphasis, but on a different level I experienced a bit of nostalgia. The pastor looks, sounds and preached like John Bisagno. The cadence, the invitation to know Jesus...so much like Brother John.
It was supposed to rain most of yesterday but delightfully wrong in the forecast only the morning was rainy and soon the sun broke through for a beautiful day. The original plan for inside work quickly changed. Got two burning bush planted. Also, did some reinforcement work on the cat deterrents on the edge of the porch. Pulled a few weeds and rid two rose bushes of an invasive vine. The vine is a fast acting, fast growing weed that overtakes plants and soon destroys them. The rose bushes that were freed yesterday are located in a precarious part of the yard. That vine had taken root and taken hold. The rose bushes had started to grow in width to escape the clutches, so after ripping out the vines two robust rose bushes were left. Last year they were kind of spindly. Now, as I have written before, I am not a hyper look for a spiritual lesson in everything I do but I try to keep my attention focused in seeing God in the ordinary of the day. There was a spiritual lesson in those roses with the beautiful vines overtaking and overwhelming...set free from that constraint, they are ready to bloom and be all that roses are intended to be. The thorns weren't gone miraculously as I ripped out the vines, but there were a very few small blooms.
After working so hard in the yard and garden, the reward treat was two beef tenderloin tamales from the order delivered on Monday. While the tamales were cooking in the oven, the appetizer was guacamole and dang, it was very good guacamole. Dessert was a no sugar added krunch Klondike bar. That late lunch early supper was delicious! My intent was to go upstairs and read. I did go upstairs but instead of reading I watched the free episode from Showtime of Belgravia. Hooked, but not adding Showtime to the channels. Maybe it can be streamed, I'll check into that.
A baby calf was born yesterday and while I was eating the delicious tamales on the front porch, I watched the little one and his mom. His wobbly legs and then his attention to his surroundings made for delightful watching. The drama on the neighbors farm above us has come to a conclusion. Nancy, had let their two pigs out in the pasture with Bertha and Beatrice the cows. The male pig developed an infatuation with one of the cows, then that infatuation developed into love. That pig followed the cow everywhere. One afternoon, the pig was asleep by the cow and she tried ever so much to quietly escape the affection and attention of the pig. She was almost free when the pig wakes up and trots on over to sit by the cow...which has now relaxed by sitting on the ground. Cow got up, pig followed. This scene has been going on since day one but Nancy and Steve decided to remove the pigs so the cows could have some peace. These kinds of scenes make not having a TV downstairs a good decision. The gold finches, in colorful displays, are the main birds at the various feeders we have around the front and backyards. What a colorful, fiery display when a red male cardinal joins in. I've almost always noticed the birds singing around here but their songs seem louder and stronger this past month.
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