Spring Fever

The dogs have their newly fenced back yard, and are dutifully engaged in digging, chewing on sticks, and tracking various examples of dirt, leaves, twigs and other such things into the house. The chimes (hung well out of Freki's reach) toll their soft tones, and fresh green tree leaves are beginning to add their shade.

In the front yard, the sun warms the front porch and side yard, and only squirrels dig in the flower beds. I have lots of plans for this side of the house. The back yard? Not so much.

Freki believes the flower pots are her personal grab bags and all flowers are edible.

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There are so many wild flowers in the front yard. I confess I mowed around many of them this past week. I just couldn't bring myself to eliminate their sweet faces, though I suppose they will quit blooming soon enough and I will no longer be torn between a smooth green lawn and the delicate tumble of tiny, colorful flowers.

I planted squash, sweet pepper and onion seeds a couple of weeks ago, and they are poking their heads through the soil in their little pots. I also planted rosemary, parsley, cilantro and catnip. They will be ready to transplant to the garden in the next week or so. Instead of using pots, we are building raised beds. I'll post photos once they're ready. We will add tomatoes, other peppers, tomatillos, beans, a cucumber vine and perhaps a melon or two. And there will be flowers.

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Last week I filled the two pots on my front porch with Gerber daisies and alyssum- the pansies were left from last fall. The peonies are coming up and there are now caladiums in the flower bed under the trees. The roses have buds on them, and the phlox is blooming its head off. I can't wait to see what lies dormant in these beds. Mums are already poking their foliage through the layer of leaves and mulch.

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In case you're wondering how the kitten is doing, well, he and Ben are currently curled up on the couch with me (yes, Ben sleeps with his head hanging off. I don't know why.), and Dixie is ignoring both of them. 

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Freki is still fascinated with Angus and has abandoned her supper on more than one occasion to check him out if he runs through the house at dinner time.

She can be found watching him play, eat, and yes, doing his thing in the litter box. She is hooked.

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