Good company

It was glorious out yesterday. Today too. Brisk and breezy, so I'm enjoying the sunny patch on the rug like one of the cat posse. 

Yesterday, I was relieved to see he spent a minute grooming and then curled into a loose ball for a nap right in the black dirt. I want to grow something in that fiber container this season. I may have to make him another one, a cat lounger. 

I also want a laundry basket potato tower. One of those tall ones with the egg-shaped holes. Straw, dirt, taters...repeat. 

I don't think I'm going to grow any herbs beyond Mother lavender behind Mr.B.   Mother Thyme is just out of frame. Not as vigorous as the lavender. It may need a bigger container. Research. 

Other things require a lot of physical work that I can't promise myself.

 And pool cleaning time will be on Colin soon. 

I have some gathering to do before the first dyefest of the year. Considering a name.

I find myself unfit for most human company lately. Growling and snarking. If I have offended, neglected or told someone to fuck off, forgive me. 

Spells are hard work.

The visitor is Jucifer. I'm not thrilled that I can't leave the doors open downstairs. He comes in the cat door, feeds his face, and strolls out onto the dyedeck to chill. He skulked off, and we took the deck back for a while, but I was overdressed and barefooted. An hour of vitamin D was enough.