I left my blog just before posting to go feed the dogs and cats. Then, an hour later:
(To read the story of why my poetry post was late today, click on photos to enlarge and read captions.)
I’d trimmed the big tree I intend to move down to the spare lot and all the dead bougainvillea and brush from against the front wall,
trimmed back the umbrella plant from where it was interfering with traffic,
weeded the planter below the ferns,
and the front planters,
found the mortar that went with the pestle,
moved the pile of bricks that I’ve been asking Pasiano to move for months from the front garden to the gate to the back garden, (hint, hint)
moved the ammonite fossil from the wall ledge to the ground, where it was safer from nudgings by cats,
found the first stone Bob carved with his new air tool over 25 years ago and moved it up to the wall ledge.
And oh, yes, I actually had fed the cats first, but by the time I made it back to my computer, they’d finished their canned food, leaving some of the dry for an afternoon snack.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge. See her post HERE.
In Mexico, poinsettias don’t go away just because Christmas does.