Thursday, May 31, 2012

Hanging with the Husband


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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Molly the Cat, Explorer

"Outside, please," says Molly the Cat
When we adopted Molly the Cat a few months ago, we were told that she had always been an indoors cat. Only once in her life did she ever live outside. Molly's previous adoptive humans had taken in Molly and her brother who had special needs. The humans didn't understand what that meant because after a few weeks, they tired of cleaning up after the brother and dumped both Molly and him outside. Poor babies.

We were upfront with Molly's foster human. We wanted Molly to explore the outdoors when she was ready and if she wanted to do so. Within a lot of reason, of course. Never the front yard unless she was on a leash. And, only in the backyard if the Mama was agreeable to Molly wandering around her flower and vegetable plots. No problem there.



So, when Molly the Cat somehow got out of the front window a while back, we decided to give her the chance to wander around the backyard.

Supervised, that is.

"Micro-managed is more like it," says the Husband.

Molly doesn't seem to mind that either one of us is nearby. We each do our best to pretend we aren't watching her. I've taken to clicking photos of the Mama's garden. 


Every day Molly covers more of the backyard. We learned that she likes to eat spiders, bugs, and worms.

Quite a few birds hang out in and around the backyard. Molly gazes up at them with wonder. Mr. & Mrs. Robin have a nest in the lemon tree, so they've been keeping an eye on Molly. The cat is more interested in finding a spiderweb.


Today, Molly has already visited the backyard three times  with minimum supervision. The second time, I told her it would be only for 15 minutes. I did not follow. Twenty minutes later I came back to fetch her, but, what do you know, there she was rolling around on the carpet. She had obviously just come in.

She hopped out after me an hour or so later when I brought Mama her medicine. "Only a few minutes, Molly," I said, as I weaved over to where Mama was watering her beans. A couple minutes later, I called out to Molly who was heading towards the back fence. She stopped in her track and mewed at me. "Come on, Molly, time to come in." Without any cajoling, she traced her path back to the house and hopped into the house. Yes, I am amazed and impressed, too.


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Thursday, May 17, 2012

When the Red, Red Robin. . .


As the lemon snapped off, the robin flew from the slightly bouncing bough bowing heavy with lemons. (How's that for purple prose?) The red-breasted bird landed on the fence and scolded me.

"Excuse me," I said, and continued gathering lemons for lemonade.

Several days later, Molly the Cat and I were wandering near the lemon tree. Two robins swooped by and landed on the neighbor's roof. The bigger bird stared at me, as if saying, "Out! Now! Please."

I understood immediately. "Come on Molly, let's go inside. These guys have a nest in the lemon tree."


As you can tell from the photos, the robins hid their nest quite nicely. At first, I thought it was precariously situated on the limb, but, hey, if nobody picks the lemons, it's safe. And, that is what has happened, which is too bad since there are some nice-looking lemons on that branch.

The mama and papa robins have been taking turns sitting on their babies. I wonder if they like the scent of the lemon blossoms that surround them.

This morning, Molly the Cat found part of a robin eggshell on the ground. I showed it to the Mama who promptly stuck it in one of her rose pots. Just a matter of time before we can start seeing lemon robin babies trying out their wings.


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Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Mama's Rose Bush


"Take a photo of the pink roses before I clip them," said the Mama, as I was cleaning Molly the Cat's litter box.

She—the Mama—rarely asks me to take a picture of anything, especially of her works of wonder.

"Take it so you can see the apple tree," the Mama said, showing with her hands the angle she wanted me to shoot the photo. She was sitting in the living room.

I love it when the Mama gets artistic on me. That, too, is rare these days. That is, except for her gardening. 

The Mama is one of those people with a green thumb. She can clip a rose branch, stick it in the ground, and most of the time it grows into yet another beautiful rose bush.

The rose bush in the photo was once upon a time a small pot of roses that was bought at a grocery store. I don't remember how long ago, but I do recall she didn't really care for that kind of rose at the time. But, the Mama being Mama, rarely throws a gift plant away.

By the way, that is not the apple tree behind the rose bush. This was my best shot. That tree behind the rose bush is a mimosa tree. I call it a miracle tree. The Mama planted four seeds and that's the result. Don't let the bareness of that tree fool you. It'll be full in a few weeks. Every fall, we cut it back because it gets so huge.

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Thursday, May 3, 2012

Take 25 to Hollister


Nothing.

Today, I have nothing to say.

Well, I do have a lot of ideas, but I've just run out of steam.

So, I invite you to go to my other blog and check out my hometown, Hollister, California. No, not the store. The actual place that is no where near the coast.

I was born and raised in this still kind of rural small city. It's a nice place to have come back to live. When we used to live up in the San Francisco Bay Area, the husband often said, "I want to go far, far away." Hollister turned out to be it. For now.

So, on to my other blog you go: Take 25 to Hollister.