July is here--red hot, humid July. I never thought I would be happy for a rainstorm in 2019--but I was. The grass had been cut so that's not an issue. Some of the plants in the planters had been feeling the heat. And the beds are so overgrown with weeds already, I'll never catch up anyway. Turned out the lights, listened to the strumming of the rain with Homesteader, reveled in the lightning, awed by the power of the wind in the trees. Quite a lightning bug display as well. Who needs man-made fireworks?
The creatures have been up and about. Had a skunk welcome me home one night. A family of raccoons drops by once a week or so--parents and two young ones. The big one--I assume dad--tries to climb the bell tower to get into the feeder on the back patio. Trouble is, he's so fat that he always rings the bell so I know he's there and can send him on his way. Possum comes by too on occasion. God can do ugly.
I have a new Posse. Psycho is still around--has to be at least three years now. And the little calico. A new black-gray has shown up as well. Likes to sleep at night in the chair on the front patio and in the shade out back by the big shed. Have no idea where he came from. Today a couple of kittens showed up--one black, one orange. Probably belong to Psycho. But she's not a very good mom. Ah well, no! I will not feed them. Wild things.A few of the goldfish are up and about nearly every day, so that's good. Not all of them--just 40 or 50 little ones. Active little things. And, of course, my feathered friends show up every day. Color everywhere at The Acres not even counting the flowers.
The life of a hermit. Ahhhh. God is good to this old man.
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