I hadn't heard the kittens all day and I had placed the trap on the porch, still set to spring because let's face it- although it is a very simple mechanism and Brian showed me how to do it, I figured that I might as well leave it the way it was but without any food or anything in it because if the kittens did reappear I might try to use it again and of course, Maurice, being a cat and curious, got in there and sprung it and I think she was traumatized because she won't go outside and although I have given her the most tempting of treats, she shows little interest in them.
Anyway, I have fruitcakes in the oven, two loaf-pans full and several small round ones and a chicken pot-pie that I made myself and the house smells lovely again but it's of no real source of happiness or contentment to me tonight. I creamed butter and sugar and added my hen's beautiful eggs and vanilla and lemon extract and flour and baking powder and salt and mixed all of that into a huge bowl of candied cherries and pineapple and figs and golden raisins and apricots and pecans and it was so huge I had to take my rings off and mix it by hand.
which was gifted to me via the internet connection is actually a picture of Frank and Kay's house on Lookout Mountain.
And this woman, Julie, sent me a picture of Frank and Kay.
Say what you will about the internet. It has brought me magic and knowledge.
Aren't they beautiful?
And even as I write this, Frank's sunflowers which he gave to my mother as a housewarming present smile down on me.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon