I wonder how many pictures I've posted of Maurice in the garden. Y'all may get tired of the image but I never do. I'm not sure why but it just charms me to pieces to have her stretched out in the shade of some vegetables, alternately napping and opening her eyes to check on me and then occasionally stretching and getting up and coming over to get some love. I feel much safer giving Maurice a good overall scratch when I'm wearing gloves for obvious reasons.
She and I spent some time in the garden today. Mr. Moon went fishing out on the Gulf for grouper and so I had the day to just putter about as I wished. Mostly I weeded, and raked exactly one cart full of leaves to mulch with. I am really not getting a lot done this year in the garden. But I did get a row of corn planted and another half row of arugula. I was finishing up just as Mr. Moon pulled into the yard so that was good timing. Only one grouper was caught but the friend who caught it gave us a piece for a meal which was very kind of him. We gave him a dozen eggs but of course, that's a favor to us.
And...speaking of eggs- no sign of Dearie today at all. I'm so sad about that. Dearie's been my favorite hen for quite a while now with her funny, wily, jungle ways. Darla is still sitting on a nest. She is definitely brooding. I guess I'll just let her. What can it hurt?
And honestly, I don't have one other thing to discuss this evening. It was another perfectly beautiful day and not too hot and it's going to be cool again tonight. It is SO wonderful not to have to run the air conditioner. Having the house open this late in spring is heaven. It is supposed to get up to 90 tomorrow though.
Well, I can't complain.
Although I probably will.
Mr. Moon's taken off again, this time to go do something involving a wild sow.
NO! We are not getting a wild sow. Well, not a living one, anyway.
Okay. The less said about this the better, I suppose.