Yesterday we
finally had a combination of a weekday day, no rain, and an empty dance card. This left the day wide open for the dreaded “Honey
Do” list but this was a day specifically created to spend outside. Buddy was also scheduled for a long delayed bath
which was less than welcome news to the Wonder Pooch.
Buddy Staging his Sit-In |
I swear that
damned dog can read minds. He’s always
ready to charge outside with me for any unspecified mission (usually involving
squirrel herding). When it was time to
head out for his bath he planted himself squarely on the couch and refused to
budge. Either he understands the word “bath”
or he’s psychic. The bath did eventually
happen after a foot planted drag outside.
To No Avail |
My wife expressed
some concerned about the frigid 65 degree temperatures but Buddy handled it
with aplomb and did his Lab thing of drying almost instantaneously. I rewarded his bravery with one of his most
cherished activities - a ride in the car to Home Depot with the skylight open
the whole way. He scared the hell out of
a small Filipino dude who walked too close to the car and all of a sudden had a
very loud bark cook off only a foot away.
The Wife Working Her Magic |
My wife braved
the cold to start her annual flower pot creation which is when the house
finally starts looking like summer. She
has a real talent when it comes to growing things and she loves flowers. That
love is expressed with hanging flower pots on the front porch and an ever expanding
number of flower pots surrounding the house as well as her vastly expanded
gardens. Her only frustration is the
short outside growing season New England imposes. She spent the entire day creating this year’s
version of her artistic excellence.
Porch Flowers Are Up |
To avoid being dragooned
into flower planting assistance roles I puttered around the yard pulling weeds
and mowing the grass which really appreciated all the rain we’ve had
lately. This was one of those perfect New
England late spring days where it’s not really hot and the air is crystal
clear. I even scored a dinner date when
my favorite Panamanian invited me out for dinner.
Starting to Look Like Summer |
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