We're all starting to act our age... well except for Theo, who's forever young...
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not much of a gardener. I hate weeding, and if put under oath I'm not sure I could tell you what is a plant and what is a weed. That's one of the reasons I enjoy it when my peonies bloom every year. They only flower for a short time but I adore the color and I adore the fact that not even my rudimentary gardening skills have managed to kill off the annuals.
Yesterday I was out doing some yard work- primarily cutting some low branches off the ash tree in the front yard. Thompson was peering out the open window the entire time and I couldn't help but wave at him periodically. Each time I did I heard a little meow. He wasn't sure what I was up to but he wanted to make sure that I knew he had his eye on my activities.