Autumn and Helpers
A foggy Autumn morning
This morning I awoke to a world swathed in fog. Arizona being generally a dry place, this isn't something we see often so when we do we all get very excited. Well, at least I do. Sedona and I took the long way down to the far field, me enjoying the quiet, cloudy world. It was so lovely. Still moist from the last two days of rain, the earth gave off that wonderful spicy scent of a dying landscape. A few of the native asters are still blooming, their vibrant purple star-shaped flowers rising out of a path deep in yellow and brown fallen leaves. This is Autumn the way I remember it from my childhood (spent in colder climes): radiating life even as everything settles into seasonal slumber.
The reason Sedona and I were on our way down to the far field was to make sure that Ed didn't miss any of my blueberries and strawberries with his new fencing. Sigh. He's fallen in love with the "Big Dogs". That's what we call Trego and Miramee, the horses from next door. In fact, he's so in love with them he can't bear to stake them when they're over here. "If they don't wander," he told me this morning after I confronted him with the fact that one of his precious beasts had stripped a new blueberry of almost all its leaves AND torn up two strawberry plants, "they won't get enough to eat."
I rolled my eyes. "Boy, I don't know what those horses did before you came along," I snarked back. As if Al and Elana were purposefully starving their precious pets prior to our arrival? I don't think so. "You're a dead man if they get to any more of my berries out there," I added, giving him the Rambo squint. Hence the fencing going up first thing in the morning in the fog…with the horses watching in interest (disappointment?) from a few feet away.
Sedona, reading my email for me
Once I'd given Ed's fence my stamp of approval I returned to the house to check email and such. These days I don't do anything alone. I have helpers. The dog is always underfoot when she's not in my lap.
William (aka Billy) helping with email. He has the biggest nose I've ever seen on a cat!
Wilburt (aka Burtie) holding down his end of the couch
The kittens have a thing for walking across the keyboard. Oy vay! Ed has his big dogs, I get the rest. Thank heavens for nap time!
(Theirs, not mine. If it were mine, they'd surely join me in it.)
