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| "Come on man, that storm was all hat and no cattle! My tummy rumbles are louder." |
They broke into television shows from the afternoon on, playing the klaxon horn. Soon arriving - 60 mph winds, possible hail and tornadoes. The radar image - Photoshopped? - was a red bow bearing down on us, like a wolf on the fold.
After all that drama, all we heard was a low rumble, a little rain, and no winds.
Beforehand, we had time outside on the front porch, to view the garden. Sassy shared crackers with Ranger Bob. We drank Brazilian coffee and talked about the upcoming scenario. Sassy has her own favorite spot for making a bed and enjoying BelVita crackers. Chris opened the door but stayed inside.
The previously shy Joe Pye plants are stretching up for the sun, green and loaded with energy from a winter of mulch and rain. The various alium clumps are just starting to open their petals. Several roses have followed the Easy Does It bushes in blooming.
The second iris has bloomed, but the rest of the row remains undecided. Daisy bunches are up, and Hosta are all around the roses and hummingbird feeders.
Last year the wild roses came up first, but this year they are second to the others. We will soon dig up the wild roses because they bloom only once and follow by growing long, spindly canes that scratch flesh and latch onto clothing.
Once the Crepe Myrtles leaf out, I snip off all seeds (or empty pods) left over.
If I have a task in the kitchen, I start by pouring some sunflower seeds on the garbage barrels. Stale crackers are bound to bring starlings too. Soon I can look out the windows and see starlings breaking up crackers and flying off with smaller pieces. One bro watched the cracker being hammered and flew off with his piece immediately.
Feeding is heavy before and after a storm, so I get to watch a parade of creatures at work.
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| Self-Portrait of the Artist. |
