It's Raining, It's Pouring

We are home in the rain.
We can't complain

The previous week the hubby put a bridge
in next to the waterfall.
It is a gift from Glenda and Steve.
They could not find a place for it in their yard.
I'm SO SORRY they were unsuccessful.
(My nose is growing.)



Did I mention it is raining?
I feel sad for those who are suffering
drought. February was a dry month here
in the valley.




The new growth on the lace leaf maple tree
flaunted some spring jewels as I
passed it on the way to fill the bird feeder.

Bird songs filled the air and continued
even as The Contessa (Tessy) ran circles around
the yard in happiness.

Bill, the neighbor, cared for The Contessa
while we were gone. That meant she was confined to the house and
her kitty box that she accesses through the cat entry
on the garage door.

All week I worried about her canned food. Bill, being nearly deaf, doesn't answer the phone so calling him would have been pointless.

However, after he read the news about rat poison, he checked her food. It was one of the name-brands that was recalled, but not the specific lot numbers. Nevertheless, I threw it all away and will now be buying that expensive holistic variety for her.

Which means I will be eating peanut butter and jelly.