Mockingbird Hill Cottage

It’s been so frigging hot here (and humid). Since I don’t have the air conditioners in yet, the inside of the house has been very uncomfortable. Three days of this summer weather until it storms later today and goes back to normal. I didn’t sleep all that well and my allergies are going haywire.

And, I saw a lot of bird feathers near the shed, which means one of the cats got a bird and I’m very upset. Especially so, since I’m not hearing my doves and doves are often the victims of cats. I have no way of proving it was one of the doves, but I hear my lonesome dove all the time and I’m not hearing him. I really love him.

So I called Don this morning and cried. I know many of you are cat lovers, but I don’t support letting them roam, especially when there are no fences involved out here in the country. If you’re feeding them and they’re not feral, they should be in your house. They are devastating the songbird population.

I’m angry.

Moving on.

I bought hanging plants for the front of the house the other day. I thought these were the same ones I usually buy, but it turns out they’re not! They’re lobelia. What was I thinking? Answer: I wasn’t. But I like lobelia and sometimes a change is good, so we’ll see how these guys thrive here. They’re awfully pretty.

Leaves are popping out all over the place, even on the maple, which is usually one of the last (except for the catalpa) to leaf out. Three days of 90 degree weather will do that.

So I’ll wait out the heat – unless I cave and try to haul the A/C units in the house by myself. That’s what happened last year.

Happy Friday.

It reached 90 degrees yesterday! Way too hot, of course, and that temperature, coupled with winds all afternoon long, has kicked off my spring allergies. I ran some garden related errands and then, because I bought way too many pansies, salvaged as many as I could and planted them in a window box. Without the window.

Robins are taking baths in the birdbath. One of the groundhogs was dining on the grass in the corral. Birds are constantly singing. And all of that makes me smile.

Hello!

This is a crabapple that has popped up right next to and under the catalpa, which doesn’t bode well for its continued existence. I didn’t cut it down last summer as I had planned to and now?

Look at all that bloom! It’s putting on such a pretty show and it would be mean of me to do anything but let it bloom. A reprieve for the little-tree-that-could.

I slept in a bit today and am finally feeling caught up. But that means I have to finish this post and take a shower as I’m going over to Rick and Doug’s for a little french toast.

89 today with storms on the horizon for this evening.

Tonight’s audience at the theater will consist of parrotheads. The entire audience. They bought out the house.

Should be rather wonderfully insane!

Happy Thursday.