In lieu of Viola, our official greeter of new months and whapper of fruit off counters, who was taking her third, or maybe fourth nap of the morning, Tessa approved the day’s fruit. Tessa is the official food tester at Colehaus though she prefers the tasting of cheese and ground turkey, neither of which are affordable much any more. Sorry, Tessa, it’ll have to be overripe raspberries today.
Today’s May Day, a day that once consisted of anonymously giving flowers to neighbors and somehow morphed into Marching, Protesting and eventual Evening Riot Day. We’re not sure how that happened. Maybe someone didn’t approve their morning berries? Tessa, could you help out with that?
Viola sleeps with her green Tooth Fairy toy every night. Every.Single.Night. Without fail. Recently, Mom brought down a basket of toys that was languishing upstairs, having not been sniffed, rooted through or scattered hither and fro for quite a long time. We’re talking ignored. These toys are ignored.
Well, they were ignored until a certain toy hoarding girl plucked a couple from the top of the heap and pulled them close.
Viola, it’s past your late afternoon nap time. You aren’t thinking of cheating on your green Tooth Fairy toy with those other toys, are you?
When our arbor was built last year, Mom had to move a favorite daylily to accommodate one of the arbor posts. Unable to find a good location, she stuck it in the ground, haphazardly, and in a poor spot surrounded by gravel. There was no room at the inn, as she says. Last week, she shifted some things around and created a spot for it very near where it originally grew.
And there was much rejoicing. Another thing off the gardening list.
This is that poor spot the daylily wintered over at. The hole’s been filled, the sprinkler has been turned off. Nothing to see here now. Let’s move on.
The bird feeder post we’d hoped to be installed Wednesday did not happen. It poured rain all day. We need the rain. Not complaining, for the most part. We’re shooting for installation next Thursday? Maybe some Thursday in June?
Tuxie Boy stops by every morning when Mom’s home from work and is looking fairly ratty these days. We don’t know who he’s fighting with but it looks like he’s losing every round. He lets Mom give him scritches and brushies but that’s it. He loses patience relatively quickly though he’d probably stick around just long enough to eat through an entire bag of dried chicken and catnip treats if we let him. We don’t think that’d be good for either one of us. Stop fighting, sweetie.
Tessa’s sporting a mid-spring hat ensemble consisting of a long, braided felt tie, a plaid boink, one of Quint’s favorite mousies and a yellow princess crown ring set at a jaunty angle because that’s the way Tessa rolls. Perhaps more impressive is that four isn’t the highest number of toys she’s worn on her head at once. She’ll save that reveal for another time.
