No. I didn't grade any papers.
Up early--alarm clock works every morning. Persistently. Got a breakfast at Mcs. And a paper. Yep, I still read. I am a hopeless softy. When the three--Tiger number two has returned--kittens put their paws up on the doorwindow and look at me with expectant eyes; of course, I have to feed them. Midnight is getting so "tame," he sticks his face in the bag as I'm pouring out the food. And they make quite a trio. He's the tenor.
Next, naturally, it's time for a slow meander through The Acres. Still lots of flowers everywhere. The only new things are a couple of fall crocus and some blue lobelia. Well, the asters have started to bloom in the meadow and wild area. The wild area itself is a sea of yellow--thousands of goldenrod waving in the wind. There are still patches of the pink thistles--insect diners, some patches of sneezeweed (but they're yellow as well), and a border of white Heath aster. This time of year the wild area is the show.
Mowed the meadow and wild area this morning. I was hoping for barn swallows, but perhaps, they have headed south already. I do enjoy mowing. Just the breeze, the sun, the flowers, and the quiet. Had a pear or two to make sure I didn't starve while I was mowing. Oh, still have some coneflowers as well. It's a pink and yellow road trip. And I don't have to leave home.
This afternoon the rain moved in. I walked for awhile till I got drenched. Then sat in the chair, read, watched the kittens scramble for the dryness under the little red wagon, and listened to the rhythm and percussion of God's stormy orchestra. Eventually, I had to turn off the lights, put down the book, let the white dish rag settle into my lap, and just watch the glory of the rain.
No. I didn't grade any papers.
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