Welcome to April...
Minimus
Good morning to April. An early good morning to Speckles my stray cat, curled up in his cat box on the cottage verandah. And to ginger Foxy who I feed but never see, and Minimus the Grey.
In the house now, good morning to my fridge, which is horribly empty with not even any milk (generously I gave it all to Speckles last night). My cup of black tea does not taste nice at all.
More cats and the dogs...
More cats, and the dogs also need to be greeted. First of all, good morning to my two large tabby Fred cats. Fat or muscle? A mixture of both, I reckon. Hope you are enjoying your breakfast. And hello to black Buster, so light-footed, who is dancing up and down the hallway. And here are the dogs, patiently waiting with their chins on their paws, as dogs do. My dogs spend most of their life waiting for something.
Dogs with a Fred Cat
And a specially warm good morning, on this the first day of April, to my lovely garden, which is also waiting. And will have to wait a little longer, because I have decided to take myself off out for breakfast. A reward for working quite hard throughout March? Maybe...
Later...
Only burnt seven barrowfuls of mess - am now wheeling out the stuff by the Pump House. So much mess - but I have all the time in the world. I do, I really do.
Thursday 3rd April
Yesterday morning I went over to play with my smallest friend. When I got back home, I simply couldn't be bothered changing into my gardening clothes and getting my hair all smoky.
So I slouched around, did some jigsaw, played my piano, took some photographs, and watched some cricket on TV. My dogs had the most boring day ever. Hmm...
Autumn Aconite
Bad timing...
Bad timing. Today would have been THE perfect slouching around day. It's drizzle-raining. So, naturally, I want to be outside weeding and trimming. Even bonfiring, which is saying something.
Friday 4th April
Oops. Chamber music in the morning, then driving over to Winnie's Therapy Vet for an hour (Winnie loves the massages), then stuck in a long slow traffic jam for another hour on the way home. Discussed trade tariffs with Non-Gardening Partner, as one does when jammed. Could have gone gardening when we got home, but decided instead to sit in a chair. Bad move. Fell asleep.
Welcome April?
So April hasn't really been properly welcomed, at least not yet. Phew - there's still time. Twenty-six days, actually.