We did the outdoors thing today. Mr. Moon got up on the roof and blew the leaves off which scares me to death. That's the back porch roof he's on there and here he is on the front porch.
I took that when I got back from the post office and I like it because you can see the leaves dancing down.
I spent hours in the dirt, kneeling and weeding. Turns out a lot of the carrots came up but you couldn't see them for the weeds. My little bonsai garden. Eventually I'll get that bag of organic fertilizer off the kitchen porch and actually use it. Anyway, it was a most pleasant way to spend an afternoon, pulling tiny weeds by hand, some of them hardly bigger than a hair while trying to avoid pulling the lettuces and carrots. While I worked (if you can even call such a pleasant thing work) I listened to yet another Philippa Gregory novel, this one about Mary Queen of Scots. Mostly. I swear- I think I've listened to every one of her books available on audio available at the local libraries. Please don't judge me. They're perfect to listen to while doing housework or gardening or walking. I also listened to Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, which is always amusing.
So it was a perfectly fine day under the blue sky with the chickens clucking and scratching around the garden fence and beautiful English voices in my ears.
Ashley is doing very, very well. Mr. Moon decided to let her out into the kitchen and laundry room again today because she is very obviously bored with the bathroom confinement. She meows and bats at the door. Lily really needs to get that kitty soon because of course she is stealing our hearts.
When I come into her presence now she doesn't run and hide but stands her ground and looks at me. She loves to play with feather toys and will even play with us. She is, in short, becoming a cat. I took her into the Glen Den tonight and she is happy there, exploring and sniffing and jumping and playing with a turkey feather and sharing bits of cheese with Mr. Moon. When I went in last, she had settled down on some pillows like a tiny queen.
She is such a testament to what can be achieved with a lot of love and a little bit of patience and an unending stream of delicious foods. I keep joking that it's like she's on one of those all-you-can-eat cruises and she is taking advantage of every meal. I am so glad that I grabbed her that day last week and brought her in to warmth and safety, even if she did try to take my hand off. She couldn't help it. She was hungry and cold and terrified.
And now she is not.
And when she purrs she is so loud that it makes us laugh.
I just read a thing on Facebook that is so true and something I really need to remember right now and I am going to copy it without the author's permission but I am going to beg forgiveness from him as soon as I publish this. The man who wrote it is Matt Haig who has written some very good books and I recommend that you read them because his heart is huge, his compassion is enormous, he is talented as hell and his struggles with depression are something he is not ashamed to talk about. Here is what he said: