The Mysteries of The Acres:
The gold fish are back. Not that
they ever leave; they just disappear all summer. Where do they all go?
When they suddenly reappear on the surface--tons of them. And how do
they know that the "predators" have all gone south by now? Do they have
an insides connection with someone at the Audubon Society?
So many
re-blooming iris this year! (Not that I'm complaining). The
white/rose-tinted one bloomed off and on for a month or so. I've had at
least eight yellow dwarf that have been
blooming and blooming. They won't quit. And I have two more iris that
have just budded. If there's not a hard frost for a couple of
weeks--they will bloom as well. If it stays warmish, will more join the
parade? I've never had so many.
And the last mystery? Will my FA
Syndrome come true? They are predicting a cold, snowy winter. Ah,
life at The Acres. Better start working on my snow shovel muscles. I
think I have one or two? And The Posse had best start scouting out
places to hunker down. There's only two left--six inches of snow will
bury them. Midnight should be easy to spot--a black puff of fur under a
drift. Little Tiger--I don't know. Maybe they'll be smart enough to
hide out in one of the sheds. If Homesteader ever got out in the snow,
she'd be invisible just in flurries. Well, maybe her one blue eye would
stand out.
Mysteries. Mysteries. Mysteries. Everybody loves a mystery. Or two. Or three. Or . . .
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