Well almost did ... by myself... practically..
Bwhahaha !!!
Then got terribly brave and with thought and consternation and cast iron butterflies careening around my toodles ( that's what I call the girls tummys. Sounds better than stomach. Or abdomen. Or gut. Or big ol' wobbly jelly belly like I have) we sallied forth and purchased a digital camera.
Then never willing to leave well enough alone, I convinced My Sweet Neighbor to be on the lookout for a smaller dining room table for me. No sooner said than done. Poof ! Like magic ! So that meant my best friend since junior high Gobnart* (needless to say their names have been wildly disguised) and her Son came over to help with the move. My personal creed is to tend to fly off the handle, break everything and have periods of sobbing hysterically and wishing that I still smoked when trying to move large crusty objects around.
And inside ? On the upper surface ? Well I am a bit frightened. It has a GRILL !?!?
All the wild sword ferns have unfurled and look so fresh and tender green. Although I have spotted a few blackberry volunteers trying to swarm in.
The Mock Cherry and Fruit Bearing Cherry have bloomed and are almost gone. Last year there were very few cherries to gather. Usually a Spare year is followed by an Abundant one. Nothing is as good as eating sun-warmed just picked Cherries. Well maybe seeing how far you can Spit the Pits !
Other News- There has been a ... ah... ahem... a removal of sorts... Fiddler had an Hoo-Hah-ectomy. Although I"m sure he would couch it in rather more Strident Tones. Still being such a Wild Boy, getting into fights, always getting over some bite or abrasion, when a Friend offered to take him to be Noo-tered, ZIP into a crate he went !
xoxo