One would think that they were trapped out there, except that the sliding glass door is open.
I think perhaps Samantha is annoyed that I rearranged her yard again. I put a low storage bench in front of the non-moving section of the sliding door. The bench has a green cushion that I suspect will be covered in cat hair if tomorrow is sunny. Bud has already tried it out.
No new plantings today. Hubby dragged in the barrel that I bought yesterday, and got rid of the boards that used to bound our planting bed. This year, everything is going into containers.
I think Tree-Bob the Ficus will move over to provide a scanty suggestion of shade on the bench, and the little banana tree will take TB's place by the AC unit.
One of the nasturtiums is blooming, a bright red flower. I told the girl, and said she'd seen it. "Going to eat it?" I asked. "Maybe," she said, grinning. ;o) We get pretty flowers, and here we are talking about eating them.
I go upstairs to close windows, and take a moment to look into our still-messy yard.
Samantha stares up at me.
