This fellow was outside the library, along Jordan Ave.
And yes, the grass is BROWN and CRISPY and STAYS CRUNCHY IN MILK. I don’t think it’s ever going to rain again.
Also Queen of the Low Lying Lands
Henry usually likes to be up high, on the top shelf of the cat tree, but sometimes she hangs out under the dresser in the living room.
The Garden
Butterfly Bush
Day Lily
My zinnias are getting buds!
Sadcakes are Gone
Harriet’s feeling well enough to beg for a malted milk ball.
(Yes, I know chocolate is not good for dogs, but it was one malted milk ball and she’s 50 lbs. It’s not going to hurt her. And anyway, I’m not sure there’s any actual chocolate in them.)
Sadcakes
There is nothing sadder than a sad, sad Boxer.
Echinacea
Purple Coneflower by the Library Loading Dock
Drawing Table
I spent weeks getting rid of junk, so of course when I visited my mom over Memorial Day weekend, she sent me home with more stuff. Cool stuff, though! The drawing table has a cast iron base. At some point someone used double sided carpet tape to secure a self-healing cutting mat to the top, so I need to go over it with goo remover to get rid of the adhesive residue. Other than that, it’s in good antique shape.
The clamp light was a bonus.
Crankypantsing, Ahoy!
I’m sitting for Kidney Cat again. I made appointments, per the owner’s instructions, for sub-q fluids at his vet. So I get to today’s appointment, and they don’t have me down. Great. I don’t know if that office has always been this disorganized, or if this is something new, but it sure is a mess now.
I’d been considering switching my cats over there, since I’m there all the time and it’s close to my house. I think I’ll stay where I am, though.
Also, what is it with people with out-of-control dogs on Flexi leashes? They’re called RETRACTABLE leads for a reason. Reel in your little monster, pleaseandthanks. He belongs on the DOG side of the waiting room, not over on the cat side, shoving his face into a sick cat’s carrier and barkbarkbarking. I love dogs, but I really wish dog owners would understand that not everyone finds their precious Fluffy quite as charming as they do.
Butterfly Bush Will Not Die
I worried in the spring that a late frost had killed off my butterfly bush. The leaves all turned black and fell off. Apparently they are made of stern stuff, because it’s come back with a vengeance.
Columbine Seeds
My mom said she’d like seeds from my columbine plants, so I went out today and harvested some. The Rose Barlow aren’t dry enough yet, and there are about 10x more pink seeds left on the plant, waiting to dry. I got all the White Barlow and wild columbine seeds, though.
red paper boat 