“Poor” injured Misu has been convalescing (i.e. luxuriating in the literal lap of luxury) for a few days.  Here she is demonstrating how to get more comfortable and watch birds at the same time.  Maybe she’ll forget all about being an outdoor cat (?).

It was strange not having my son over for erev, but I know he’s eating well and being taken care of in St. Louis.  I just hope he’ll want to drop in and visit between trips!

This is one of those interim periods on the planting calendar.  Everything is in a holding pattern until last danger of frost, then it’s a frenzy of activity again, sowing, transplanting, transferring cold stratified wildflower seeds to warm germination mode, etc.  You’re anxious to proceed, but know it’s safer to wait.  No worries; there’s always work to be done.

Case in point: today may reach 75°, but tomorrow night may fall to 29°!  Horticulture is all about patience and working with nature.  Whereas nature just barrels on ahead, waiting for no one.  It’s ever-changing and unpredictable.  This year, masses of multi-colored violets have taken over the whole property.  It’s like a wildflower kaleidoscope, the most delightful kind of art.