Trick Winter

Mille’s back is out so the wire classes are just a dream right now. She is still busy making everything from crosses to rattlesnakes, jalapenos to hands with hearts. However, her pain level is increasing so I am putting her back in bed.
You must understand, without Mille, how can I write like Linda Bailey-Smith?

Oh well, here goes,
This February day is very still and cold. This has been a trick Winter. Very mild compared to most Winters in Dallas. Our lawn needs mowing but with Mille's back being in such pain she will have to get better before she tackles that. I tried to attach her walker to the mower but she resisted. She hasen't even cleaned the gutters she hurts so much, bless her heart.

When the air is only in the 40's and the sky is grey (our favorite British spelling) it seems colder than it it really is. It is a moist feeling that invades the marrow of our bones. Our flowers haven't noticed it though..therein lies "the trick" Winter.

Okay, I wanted to show you what our back yard "might" have looked like with our unusually warm weather. I searched my photos for a picture of a flower. Two years ago I took one in San Diego, a yellow rose. Just pretend.

Several months ago, our beloved "Marky" dog showed signs of heart failure. We have had him for 14 years at least. He wandered out one night and he went under our deck and crossed "The Rainbow Bridge." We originally found him in "The Hood" yet he became rather "preppy after awhile. Marky was our Alpha dog no matter the size of the others.

With Marky's departure, we have Bradley and Mary-Mary left. I shouldn't say that since Mille feeds every feral cat in Dallas county. Every morning there is a line of cats taking a number, waiting for breakfast. With the help of our good neighbor, we trap them and she has them fixed. FYI, when they are fixed they cut one ear at an angle. This way we know which ones have been trapped and fixed.

The "clipped" ear is especially attractive to the Tomcats that are afraid of family responsibility. Oh they show up at night with their top hats and canes and with their Bing Crosby voices just crooning away..."When the blue of the night...meets the gold of..." One Tom actually had a pipe.

Next blog: Mille Feeds The Rirds

Oh stop! I'm sure they are just asleep! (..right next to where Mille feeds the cats...)